Collective Composition

Cuppa Joe

2011-07-08T10:24:00.000-04:00

A morning without coffee is sleep.

Ha ha… That’s how I feel, at least. I love me some java. Before work, I shuffle through my morning routine, drive to work with my eyes half open, stumble into my office, and head straight to the coffee pot to get my brew on. Soon the aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, and as the first hot sip touches my lips, I start to feel more human than zombie. Ahhh…

And heaven help me (and anyone within a 5 mile radius of me) if, for some reason, I do not get my coffee. I’m tired. Unmotivated. Grouchy. I NEED my morning coffee to get through the day.

My church is currently reading through the book of Proverbs together and then commenting/discussing it on Bruce’s blog. Reading a chapter a day has become part of my morning routine now too (once I have my coffee cup in hand, of course). And I have to say, that I’m actually starting to CRAVE my daily dose of Proverbs.

This is exciting to me because, like most people, while I know I need to be spending time in my Bible every day, doing so has always been a bit of a struggle for me. That’s right. I said it. I am a pastor’s wife, and I struggle to read my Bible every day. But I know a lot of other people do too. Why is it so difficult to get into that habit?

The Proverbs study, while teaching me lots of wise tidbits about living the Christian life, has helped me realize just how necessary reading God’s word DAILY is. His word is becoming my new “coffee,” my daily craving that opens my eyes and lifts my spirits.

I want to drink Him in.

Hope God speaks to each of you today too….

10 Things I’d Rather Be Doing Right Now

2011-04-25T15:22:00.008-04:00

It’s a beautiful day today, and that of course has me longing to be out of the office. So many folks are still on Easter break, and I just can’t seem to wrap my head around the little work I do have. Here’s a list of 10 things I’d rather be doing right now.

Walking on a beach – I went to school in Pensacola, FL, where the beach equals white sand and aqua water. Oh, so many sunburns (brought on by a thick slathering of baby oil, of course)! There’s something about the sounds and smells of the beach that just feels like heaven to me.
Watching a scary movie – Horror movies are a guilty pleasure of mine. Especially vampire flicks. But sometimes, they get the better of me.
Painting my fingernails – The last time I went to Ulta, I found my new favorite nail polish. It’s basically clear with multi-colored glitter. I feel like it’s a little party on my fingers.
Baking something – My friend Jocelyn is ALWAYS baking it seems, and her amazing recipes make my mouth water. But my waistline needs to be shrinking, so I shall refrain.
Hanging with Bruce – No matter what I do, even if I’m not doing anything, life is better with him around. I am really thankful to have such an amazing husband.
Exploring a new town – I’ve always enjoyed going new places and seeing new things. Bruce is doing a wedding in Charleston at the end of May, and since we’ve never been there before, we are taking a few days just to explore. Can’t wait!
Drinking a cup of coffee with a friend – Me loves the java. I have since college. And the only thing that makes it better is sharing it with a friend. Maybe one night this week….
Sitting in a hot tub – ‘Nuff said.
Creating art – Today I’d probably paint a little. I’m feeling pretty antsy, and I find that slathering paint on a canvas is quite soothing!
Tickling a penguin - Watch this video, and I dare you to tell me that you don't want to as well.....

Thank You, My Friend

2011-04-18T14:00:00.000-04:00

My friend Gerry passed away this morning.

A few years ago, she was going through a very tough time, and, in a bout of inspiration, I wrote her the following piece. I thought it was fitting to share now.

Musings on Grass

From the front porch of my house, I have watched the grass in the horse field experience life within this great big world in its own unique way. I have seen it stand tall and strong and golden in the warmth of the sun. I have seen it provide strength and nourishment for birds and deer and other creatures needing sustenance. I have seen it shiver in the chill of rain. I have seen it bow down low and humble in the face of a strong wind, only to stand back up again when the wind has passed. I have seen the grass fade into shades of beige and rust in the autumn and then die off in the winter, only to return, more lush and full, in the spring. I have even seen it sway and dance to the music of the songbirds in the coolness of a gentle breeze. Such amazing beauty in just a simple field of grass….

I am struck by how similar to grass we as humans are. We stand tall and strong when life is easy. We sway and dance to life’s song with a big smile on our faces, and we share this intoxicating joy with all of those around us, feeding them, so that they can dance with us. Sometimes though, life brings us heartache. We bend in discomfort and pain. Sometimes, we even break. We are small – so small – in this great big world, and in our weariness, we sometimes bow in surrender to our problems. Because of the cold and the hurt and the pain we feel, sometimes we must die. These are our winter moments.

But this is not the end of our lives – it is only the death of the part of our selves that was afraid of the wind all along. And when we welcome the cold and the hurt and the pain, it becomes part of the wind that carries us forward, spreading our spirit of renewed self, until we realize that we have nothing to fear – that, all along, we have been deep-rooted in our own inner strength. We can – and we do - fight against the cold.

Soon our spring returns, and when our troubles have begun to fade, we return, more lush and full. We are able to stand back up again, to stand tall and strong and golden in the warmth of the sun. And we feel the gentle breeze, and we hear the music of the songbirds.

And we, again, begin to dance….

I will miss you, my friend. Thank you for the many ways you have inspired me.

Take Two of These...

2011-04-08T14:13:00.001-04:00

I went to the doctor yesterday. Just a check-up - or a "check-in," as I like to say. It's kinda weird how someone I avoid like the plague can make me feel like I am one of her good friends. She remembers my name, my issues, etc. So either she likes me, or she is AMAZING at faking it....

But I mean, what's not to love? :)

I have to say that, aside from the poking and prodding and nosy questions, the reason I avoid the doctor so much is that I feel like when I step into the office, I am stepping into a whole other world.

It smells weird. Not gross or dirty. Not patchouli-weird.
Just weird.

And speaking of weird - the other patients! Thankfully, yesterday there was only one other woman in the waiting room. But she was -ahem- interesting. Apparently she was quite restless, and she decided to wander around and around and around the room, until I was quite dizzy for her. Now and then I could hear her either speaking or singing under her breath. I tried to bury my face in National Geographic...

The receptionist is apparently bipolar. There have been days when she is the most sugary sweet lady I have ever met. But other days - like yesterday - she is scary and mean and apparently hates me. Or maybe she hated the lady making like Magellan in the waiting room. I sat in a chair far away from her desk, just in case she started having an episode.

The nurses can be the same way. Sometimes it seems like it's all they can bear just to walk me to the scale to get my weight (right, like that's not stressful on ME?). But then to have to take my blood pressure and ask me questions - I mean, I guess we are asking too much of them.  Yesterday's nurse was awesome though - friendly enough and very thorough. She perked up a good deal when she saw my butterfly tattoo, so we chatted about that a bit. I always enjoy talking tattoo-talk.

But then there's that awkward time in between when the nurse leaves and the doctor comes in, and I am left to look around the tiny room and let my thoughts wander.

Do I have osteoporosis?
Do I need botox?
Why is there an ad for botox next to the poster about osteoporosis?
How did they get a model for the poster of the cross-section of a pregnant woman without hurting the baby?
Would anyone know if I took some of those huge tongue depressers? They would be awesome art tools....
Those long q-tips too.
Why is there a syringe on the counter?
OH GOOD GRIEF!
WHY IS THERE A SYRINGE ON THE COUNTER?

And then my doctor comes in. Half smile. Questions. Answers. Nodding. Typing (she has a laptop). Cold hands. COLD stethoscope. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Awkwardness.  But she was comforting and helpful, and I felt confident in her assessments. So I guess really, in spite of the weirdness, yesterday's visit was a successful one.

But don't make me go back anytime soon.

Because I won't.

Remember the Tulips

2011-03-26T12:25:00.000-04:00

"No, my little friends," I said to my tulips when I saw their little green heads poking from the ground in early March. "You are not finished sleeping. Winter is not over just yet. Spring is not here. The cold air will inhibit your growth, and a sudden frost will hurt you. Just be still and wait. Your time is coming. Soon the sun will warm the earth, and you will be able to spring forth, blooming radiantly. And you will bring me such joy. Soon, my friends. Soon."

But my tulips didn’t listen. They pushed through the hard ground and into the frigid air. And while they are still lovely, they are not as beautiful and as glorious as they could have been.

Poor, confused, impatient tulips.

“No, my friend,” God said to me when He saw me struggling to figure out His will. “You are not finished learning. This period of your life is not over just yet. The time is not here. Your impatience will inhibit your growth, and your lack of knowledge will hurt you. Just be still and wait. Your time is coming. Soon I will show you what I have planned for you, and you will be able to spring forth, living radiantly. And you will bring Me such joy. Soon, my friend. Soon.”

And so I wait.

A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps. ~Proverbs 16:9

Some Days and Baby Steps

2011-03-17T07:55:00.001-04:00

I was speaking to a lady in my office recently about "some days" - you know, the things you want to do some day. Sometimes they are serious things. Sometimes they're more on the silly side. Regardless, there's a bit of our heart in each of our "some days."

Here are some of mine:
Some day, I would like to...
Be in better shape
Be published in an art magazine
Go to the San Diego Zoo
Throw a really big party
Plan my own funeral
Do a 365 project
Be an expert of something
Own a house with a bright red door

In discussing this, I came back to my desk thinking about my friend Gerry. She's the one who - I've shared in earlier posts - has thyroid cancer. This past Monday, I got an email from her explaining that her cancer is no longer treatable, and the doctors are giving her less than 5 months to live. I wonder how many of her "some days" will have been completed when all is said and done. Hopefully all of them.

I am learning that I waste way too much time thinking about my "some days." There's always a reason not to do something. Not enough time. Not the right time. Not enough money. Too many excuses. Or as it is in my case more often than I'd like, there's too much fear getting in the way. Maybe it's time to say, enough is enough! Time to subscribe to Dr. Leo's radical new therapy "BABY STEPS." (Anybody seen the movie What About Bob?)

What am I putting off until "some day" that could be done today? What am I missing today because I'm scared to try or because I feel like it's not the right time? What could I be doing now that would make the world a better place? What could I be doing now that would bring joy and love to my husband? What could I be doing now that would bring honor and glory to my Jesus? Or that would bring SOMEONE to my Jesus!

I think it's time for a change of heart and a change of action. In other words, I need to get off my butt and start DOING! Just a tiny little step gets me on my way...

Baby steps leave the office. Baby steps out the door. Baby steps to the hall. Baby steps into the elevator. Baby steps...

Why Do I Even Pick Up That Paintbrush?

2011-03-09T12:20:00.001-05:00

Photo by Geoffrey Sokol

Many of you might remember from my post All Things New that 2011 is the year that I become more serious about my art. Currently, I am in the second week of the She Art Workshop by Christie Tomlinson (which is awesome btw). For this workshop, I spend a lot of time creating mixed media backgrounds. Doing this basically involves a blank canvas, assorted papers and paints, various "texture makers" and lots and lots of Mod Podge. All of these things get layered upon each other in different ways until the background is satisfactory. The challenge for me has been to let go of my perfectionism and just "go with it." One thing I am especially learning is that if I’ve done to the canvas that I don't like, I can do other things to lessen the negative effect or to cover it up altogether so that no one knows it's there but me.

Last night I got a little too rambunctious with some wide swipes of dark purple paint on one of my canvases. I freaked. I wrinkled my nose and shook my head, feeling certain that it was ruined, and considered putting that canvas in the trash and starting over with a fresh one. But, fighting that urge with everything in me, I began covering up some of the purple with lilac, pink, and aqua. And I must say that the effect was amazing. The purple is still there - I can see it - but now it is a much more pleasing part of the background. And the aesthetic of the background overall is quite attractive (at least to me, it is). I was still marveling over the transformation this morning as I checked on the canvas once more before heading to work.

And today I've been thinking about how I am like that canvas. I’ve gotten a little too rambunctious with the dark purple paint (and the red and the blue and the orange), and it’s time to just throw me in the trash and start over with a fresh canvas. But thankfully, man’s ways are not God’s ways. He sees me with all my mistakes and ugliness and unworthiness. Maybe sometimes He wrinkles His holy nose and shakes His holy head when he looks at me. But instead of giving up and tossing me aside, He picks up the brush and goes to work yet again. He dabs on some mercy. He dribbles on some forgiveness. He doodles on some grace. And He seals it for eternity with His love.

And the effect is amazing.

All of my screw ups are still there, layer upon layer, part of me. But the overall aesthetic – my humanity covered by His holiness – is absolutely beautiful. And in spite of where I began, or where I screwed up, He marvels over me again and again and again.

Ephesians 2:4-5
But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved.

Romans 8:28
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

Footprints

2011-03-07T15:40:00.001-05:00

I got a phone call this morning regarding my friend who recently discovered she has cancer, and she is not doing as well as she had been. The tumor that had been removed has already returned, and the cancer has now been found in her lungs. She had to go back for more surgery last week, and the doctors are trying to determine the next phase of her treatment.

And I hate it.
I hate that someone I love is going through this.
I hate that the road ahead of her is going to be a tough one.
And I hate the thought of possibly losing her.

I have experienced a decent amount of loss in my 37 years, and each passing has affected me in vastly different ways. And I have learned that the effect is not based on the amount of time I knew the person, or even how I knew them. The effect is based on what footprints they left on my heart.

Today I am thinking about the footprints my friend has left – her artistic inspiration, her encouragement of my own art, her courage to try new things and go new places, her desire for adventure… I can hear her footsteps through the halls of my heart, and I treasure each and every one.

But I also wonder what footprints I have left behind.
Do people know I love them?
Have I encouraged them?
Have I challenged them?
Made them think?
Made them laugh?
Helped them love?
Shown them God?
Loved them?

I hope so.

I think I've seen too many scary movies...

2011-03-04T11:48:00.001-05:00

Ahhh.... It's Friday. And that means tonight is FRIDAY NIGHT, my favorite night of the whole week because I have 2 whole days before I go to work again. :) Today is also the start of spring break which means there will be a mass exodus of college students from the area for anywhere-but-here hooliganism. Oh to be young again!

Bruce is doing a ride-along with a police officer friend of ours - he is quite excited, I must say. I'm excited for him - kind of. I am happy he gets to go re-live some of his policeman days and have good convo with a friend, I am not relishing the thought of being alone in the house all night long.

See, our house is cute and charming and wonderful, but then night comes and all that changes.

At night, it quickly becomes something out of The Strangers, where very, very bad things could happen, and no one would hear you scream. Creatures roam around outside, just out of view. I hear rustling under the house. The dogs bark for no reason - or at least I tell myself there's no reason as they go tearing off into the darkness.... There are no blinds on the windows, so all I see is darkness.

My heart pounds. My imagination runs wild.
I sit on the couch under the safety of the down comforter.

So yeah, I'm really happy for Bruce. :)

(OK, maybe it's not THAT bad. But it is creepy.)

My Art Blog

2011-02-25T15:40:00.000-05:00

Well, I've done it. I have officially launched my new art blog: http://rebeccacrews.blogspot.com/! It's where I'll be detailing my creative pursuits - things I've made, things I'm learning, etc. Hope you'll check it out some time.

To celebrate this new venture, I am offering a 25% discount in my current etsy shop. Just enter NEWBLOG upon checkout to get the discount.

Stay tuned... :)

How you doin'?

2011-02-17T12:52:00.000-05:00

OH MY GOSH! I haven't blogged in forever! And by "forever" I mean "a month," which is eons in the blog world.

And now I'm sitting here trying to determine what in the world has been keeping me so busy. And I can't think of a thing. Though I feel sure that there have been many "things."

And I'm certain there's lots of news, though, at first blush, I can't recall anything really mind-blowing... (And that makes me sad in a way. I hope there's nothing that I am forgetting - I did turn 37 this year after all.)

But since I don't want to share any of my mind-numbing news, here's just some of the normal, average news:

I found out recently that a good friend of mine has thyroid cancer - anaplastic carcinoma, to be exact, which is the worst type to have. Only 9% of those who are diagnosed with it live 5 more years. And that stinks a lot. But as big of an inspiration she’s been to me thus far, she is BLOWING MY MIND in how she is dealing with her cancer. She’s determined to beat it, and I really think she can. I am praying that she does.

I have been living up to my resolution to get more serious about my art. I've been creating. I'm branching out to brooches and - gasp - pendants of the fiber variety that are a bit more abstract. Different color wools, embroidery, beads, designs, etc. I'm pretty excited about them. I am also branching out to working with clay to sculpt pendants and beads and even little figures. My dining room table is just about covered in little clay things and paint bottles and brushes and things to add texture. I even used nail polish on one of my little creations! It's been fun using this new medium - kind of addictive actually. I'm hoping to have all of these things in my etsy shop by the end of the month.

Speaking of etsy... I have been researching ways to be better successful as a seller and artist, and I have learned that folks need to be able to find me easily. So, in keeping with my "artsy seriousness" I have created a sort of "brand" for myself. It's still in the works (I'm trying to doodle some type of logo), but it's cute and catchy. And it will alleviate some of the issue of my last name being easily misspelled and folks not being able to find me. I have created a new etsy shop, which I will switch over to completely at some point, and also a new blog, which will be strictly for art-related posts. So things are coming along.

Bruce quit his job - his carpet job, that is, and THAT is mind-blowing for us! He's just felt like he wasn't able to do everything that his pastoral role requires being bi-vocational, and after praying and thinking about it a good while, we decided it was time. What's really weird is that, while we know money will be tight, neither one of us are really worried about it. That's especially strange for me - the worrier about oh-so-many things. God really worked me over regarding my lack of faith in His provision this past summer during the Faith Jars experiment at our church. I know better now. Bruce and I both do. So we're just putting our faith in God and in what he has called us to do. And we know that He'll provide for us one way or the other. We’ve already noticed ways that God is reminding us, “Hey, I’ve got your backs!”

I won't pretend that things have been all hunky-dorey these last few weeks that Bruce has been home - it's been an odd adjustment. A challenge, I would even dare say. We've even "bickered" (gasp!) at times. I'll admit that, even though I am really happy for him, in a way I'm jealous of his new situation. He's doing what he wants to be doing, and I want that too. I know it will come - some day. But I want it now. Sigh. So apparently now God will be teaching me about patience. Oh joy. I thought I had that one learned already… But in the mornings, when I go into the bedroom to kiss Bruce goodbye, and he is still snoozing comfortably, and I occasionally fantasize about dumping a pitcher of ice cold water over his head, it is blazingly obvious that I still have things to learn... many things. many, many, many things.

So how 'bout you? How you doin'? What are you learning?

Always Have, Always Will

2011-01-17T14:21:00.002-05:00

Once upon a time,
a silly, red-haired boy
met a freckly, blonde-haired girl.

And they fell in love.

They spoke in whispers.
They giggled.
They made plans.
They dreamed dreams.

And one day,
they got married.
And it's been 13 wonderful years since then.
And still...
They speak in whispers.
They giggle.
They make plans.

They dream dreams.

But more than anything else, they still love.

Happy anniversary, Bruce! I love you with all of my heart. Always have, always will. XO

Bad Dog

2011-01-06T14:13:00.002-05:00

I need to show you something…

This is my dog Daisy. Guilty as sin. She knows she’s been bad. She knows it upsets me.

She knows she’ll do it again.

For whatever reason, Daisy has begun throwing tantrums whenever we leave the house, and we will come home to find some sort of mess – ripped up toys, chewed up papers, trash from the bathroom in the bedroom, etc. You might say, “Becky, you have two dogs, so how do you know that it was Daisy?”

Have you seen the picture? Look at the ears. Look at the slumped body. LOOK AT THE TONGUE LICKING HER GUILTY LIPS.

Sigh.

And every time she does this, we go through the same process. Bruce and I both scold her and then give her the silent treatment (so she can think about it, of course). She sits on the loveseat across from us with that guilty, pathetic demeanor for as long as it takes…. Until we call her to us to “make up.” We explain to her that it’s for her own good that she not participate in such behavior, and we remind her that it upsets us. Then we tell her to be “Mom’s good dog” and that “it’s ok,” and she gives us kisses because she knows all is well. Until maybe the next time we leave the house….

And isn’t that how we are with God sometimes? We sin. We know we shouldn’t. We know it’s bad. We know it will upset Him. But we sin anyway. We can’t help ourselves. And there we sit with our ears back and our tails tucked and our guilty lips. And then God calls us to Him - in spite of ourselves - so that we can confess that we’ve been bad, so that He can remind us that He only wants the best for us and that it upsets Him when we don't listen. And then He tells us we are His precious children and showers us with kisses of forgiveness, and we know all is well.

But what happens the next time we leave the house?

All Things New

2011-01-04T13:47:00.000-05:00

I am officially back from my blogcation. I guess technically I could have been back sooner, but a bout with a nasty stomach bug thwarted those efforts for a few more days. But I am here now.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, FRIENDS! (Is it too late to say that? How long before we can’t say it anymore?) How are we doing with the resolutions thus far? I like to think that I am “easing into” mine, so it’s not all in-my-face, cold turkey changes I cannot live up to. Though really, I haven’t made any mind-blowing resolutions – they’re more like realizations of things that need change.

For example:

2011 will be the year of even better time management for me. I’m not bad about managing my time, though up until now, I have allowed myself to get tossed about between whatever my lack-of-schedule requires of me, and I end up exhausted, annoyed and not satisfied because by the time I got a chance to do things I want/need to do, I don’t want to do them anymore. So this year, I am setting aside time each night/week to do certain things that I want to do: like read my Bible, create art, exercise (not so much a “want” as it is a “need”), prepare healthy meals, etc. It’s almost like I am calling meetings with myself.
2011 will be the year that I “eat His word.” I don’t mean “do devotions” in the sense that I will read a book that references a few Bible passages. I mean reading the Bible and STUDYING it, pondering on it so that I can share it. I am also hoping to memorize one passage a week. This week’s is Jeremiah 15:16 – that’s where “eat His word” comes from…
2011 will be the year that I get off my butt. I was recently chatting with a friend of mine, and we were both divulging our extravagant dislike for the current state of our bodies. And we went through all the excuses of why we look this way – lack of time, age, sedentary jobs, family doesn’t care what we look like, never home, etc. Blah, blah, blah… There’s always a reason when you’re looking for one. Ultimately, we decided our problem was that we like food, and we don’t move. So, it’s time to start moving. She has glorious dreams of getting back into running. I’m starting much smaller – walking within my fat burning heartbeat zone (which will basically be at a snail’s pace initially) and working my way up. I will also be making changes to my diet, of course, but I know that the fact that I do not exercise is the bulk of my problem.
2001 will be the year I get serious about my art. I have decided that it’s time for me to move away from being “crafty” to being an actual mixed-media artist. It’s what I want to be when I grow up. (Tee hee!) Obviously TIME is a big part of this (refer to my first bullet point) – practice makes perfect, after all. I also need to start taking more risks, putting myself out there. And that scares the begeezus out of me. But my confidence won’t build unless I get my delicate ego banged-up a bit. So, I’ll be learning new techniques and showing them to folks. Be prepared to see some photos of my artwork now and then. I also signed up for The Sketchbook Challenge, which will get my name and work out there to other artists. I would LOVE to have some of my stuff for sale in a little shop somewhere.…

What about all of you? Any resolutions for the new year? I’d love to hear about them…

Give thanks for what you are now, and keep fighting for what you want to be tomorrow. ~Fernanda Miramontes-Landeros

All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. It is by his great mercy that we have been born again, because God raised Jesus Christ from the dead. Now we live with great expectation. ~I Peter 1:3

A Decade of Memories

2010-12-31T10:42:00.000-05:00

Not only is this the end of the year, but also the end of the decade. Here’s a brief re-hash of interesting events...

2000

Bush v. Gore
Reality TV
Elián Gonzalez
RIP Charles Schultz and Tom Landry

2001
9/11
The iPod
Enron
RIP Dale Earnhardt

2002
American Idol premiere
The Beltway Snipers
RIP Dave Thomas , Julia Child, and Christopher Reeve

2003

Iraq invasion

Space Shuttle Columbia disintegrates

The Terminator is elected governor of CA

RIP Johnny and June Cash

2004

Facebook is founded

THE Tsunami

Janet Jackson at the SuperBowl

The Passion of the Christ

RIP Ronald Reagan, Julia Child, and Christopher Reeve

2005

Hurricane Katrina

Lance Armstrong wins 7th Tours de France

YouTube is founded

RIP Pope John Paul II and Johnny Carson

2006

Saddam Hussein is sentenced to death

Nintendo releases the Wii

Google purchases YouTube

Pluto is no longer considered a planet

RIP Don Knotts

2007
Virginia Tech killing spree
The iPhone
RIP Ruth Bell Graham

2008

Petroleum hits $100/barrel for 1st time

Michael Phelps earns 8 gold medals

Barack Obama

Hollywood writers’ strike

RIP Heath Ledger

2009

Swine Flu

Tiger Woods

RIP Michael Jackson

2010

Haiti

The oil spill

The Chilean miners

Tiger Woods

RIP Gary Coleman

COOL YULE - Day 6

2010-12-28T11:39:00.000-05:00

DAY 6 - TIMES SQUARE NEW YEAR'S EVE BALL

Using "ball dropping" to signal the passage of time dates back long before New Year's Eve was ever celebrated in Times Square. The first "time-ball" was installed on top of England's Royal Observatory at Greenwich in 1833. This ball would drop at one o'clock every afternoon, allowing the captains of nearby ships to precisely set their chronometers (a vital navigational instrument).
New Year's Eve has been celebrated in Times Square as early as 1904, but in 1907, the New Year's Eve Ball made its first descent from the flagpole atop One Times Square. The first ball was made of iron and wood, was adorned with one hundred 25-watt light bulbs, was 5 feet in diameter and weighed 700 pounds. It was built by a young immigrant metalworker named Jacob Starr, and for most of the twentieth century the company he founded, sign maker Artkraft Strauss, was responsible for lowering the ball.

DESIGNS

In 1920, a 400 pound ball made entirely of wrought iron replaced the original.
In 1955, the iron ball was replaced with an aluminum ball weighing a mere 200 pounds.
In the 1980's, red light bulbs and the addition of a green stem converted the Ball into an apple for the "I Love New York" marketing campaign from 1981 until 1988. After seven years, the traditional glowing white Ball with white light bulbs and without the green stem returned to brightly light the sky above Times Square.
In 1995, the Ball was upgraded with aluminum skin, rhinestones, strobes, and computer controls, but the aluminum ball was lowered for the last time in 1998.
For Times Square 2000, the millennium celebration at the Crossroads of the World, the New Year's Eve Ball was completely redesigned by Waterford Crystal. The new crystal Ball combined the latest in technology with the most traditional of materials, reminding us of our past as we gazed into the future and the beginning of a new millennium. It was six feet in diameter and weighed approximately 1,070 pounds. It was covered with a total of 504 Waterford crystal triangles that varied in size and ranged in length from 4.75 inches to 5.75 inches per side.
In 2008, the co-organizers of New Year’s Eve in Times Square unveiled a new Times Square New Year’s Eve Ball at a press conference. The Ball is 12 feet in diameter and weighs 11,875 pounds. For 2011, Waterford Crystal has designed 288 new “Let There Be Love” crystal triangles featuring a romantic pattern that blends a modern cascade of hearts with diamond cutting. 288 triangles are emblazoned with last year's "Let There Be Courage" design of a ribbon medal defining the triumph of courage over adversity; and 1,152 triangles sparkle with the "Let There Be Joy" design of an angel with arms uplifted welcoming the New Year. The remaining 960 triangles are the original "Let There Be Light" design of a stylized radiating sunburst. The 2,688 crystal triangles are bolted to 672 LED modules which are attached to the aluminum frame of the Ball. The Ball is illuminated by 32,256 Philips Luxeon Rebel LEDs (light emitting diodes). Each LED module contains 48 Philips LEDs - 12 red, 12 blue, 12 green, and 12 white for a total of 8,064 of each color. By mixing these four colors, the Ball is capable of creating a palette of more than 16 million vibrant colors and billions of patterns producing a spectacular kaleidoscope effect atop One Times Square.

COOL YULE - Day 5

2010-12-28T11:11:00.000-05:00

DAY 5 - AULD LANG SYNE

Auld Lang Syne (The Good Old Days) is the song traditionally sung at midnight to ring in the New Year with happiness and hope for a bright and prosperous year. The tune is a traditional folk song, and Robert Burns, a Scottish man, wrote the poem/lyrics in 1788. Here is the song's lyrics in full:

Auld Lang Syne

byRobert Burns

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne

We twa hae run aboot the braes
And pou'd the gowans fine;
we've wander'd mony a weary foot
Sin' auld lang syne

We two hae paidled i' the burn,
Frae mornin' sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin' auld lang syne

And here's a hand, my trusty friend,
And gie's a hand o' thine;
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne

Christmas Ramblings

2010-12-21T12:34:00.001-05:00

I’m feeling overwhelmed with Christmas spirit these days, and I feel like if I don’t tell you about it, I’m gonna bust. So prepare yourselves…

Finally, can I just say that I LOVE-LOVE-LOVE the song Joseph’s Lullaby? I almost don’t want to sing along when I hear it because I don’t want to risk ruining it… but I can’t help myself. Here it is so you can enjoy it as you are reading the rest of my rambles:

Last night, Bruce and I celebrated Christmas with our friend Scarlett. She made us macaroni and cheese with applesauce (which IS delish when eaten together!), we opened presents, went to red mango for dessert (new fave flavor: amaretto), and then we drove around Greensboro listening to MercyMe’s Christmas album looking at Christmas lights.

I am LOVING the lighted Christmas balls that are quickly replacing those lame lighted icicles of the past few years. Last night, we found NEIGHBORHOODS that were full of them, and it was magical. Disclaimer: If a house has fewer than say 6 of them, they look pretty silly. But when they’re done right – they are beautiful. Here’s a link about one of the neighborhoods we drove through and how they are using their light display to do good in the community (and instructions to make your own!).
I miss my mom. Christmas is the time of year that I find myself thinking about her the most. She loved Christmas. I bet her heavenly mansion is looking A-MAZ-ING these days!

A few days ago, Jon Acuff blogged his "40 before 40” list – basically, it’s the list of 40 things he wants to accomplish before he turns 40. I like that concept – sort of gives a definite timeline and end goal. So I think instead of New Year’s resolutions, I am going to work on my 40B440. Maybe I’ll post it. We’ll see.
I think I am going to attempt a few food gifts this year – I’ve been wanting to make some peppermint bark, and, oddly, I somehow have all the ingredients required already in my pantry (except for the candy canes). Perhaps tonight… I also saw a recipe for honey cinnamon butter. It looks so good, but is it weird to give someone a jar of butter? Hmmm.....

This doesn't really have anything to do with Christmas, but more the new year: I signed up for The Sketchbook Challenge. I need to get better about sketching ideas and such. And it's something I've been wanting to do. So why not now? Depending on how good my sketches are, I might even share some photos...

Phew! That's it for now, but I'm sure there will be more festiveness to come….

COOL YULE - Day 4

2010-12-16T09:35:00.000-05:00

Day 4 - RUDOLPH

You know Dasher and Dancer
And Prancer and Vixen,
Comet and Cupid
And Donner and Blitzen.
But do you recall
The most famous reindeer
of all?

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer is probably the most famous reindeer, though he was not actually a member of Santa's original team. In 1939, a copywriter by the name of Robert L. May created Rudolph in 1939 as an assignment for his employer, the department store Montgomery Ward. Each year, Montgomery Ward would buy and give away coloring books to kids each Christmas, and they decided to create their own book in an effort to save money.

Drawing on his own personal childhood experiences of being taunted for his small, slight stature and tendency toward shyness, May wrote a poetry version of the tale about a misfit reindeer who is ostracized by the rest because of his physical abnormality...a glowing red nose. In search of an alliterative name for his misfit, May considered and rejected "Rollo" (he thought it was too cheerful and carefree) and "Reginald" (he thought is sounded too British) before finally deciding on "Rudolph." In its first year of publication, 2.4 million copies of Rudolph's story were distributed by Montgomery Ward, and it is still selling copies.

May's radior producer brother-in-law, Johnny Marks, decided to adapt the story of Rudolph into a song. It was first sung commercially by Harry Brannon on New York city radio in the latter part of 1948 before Gene Autry recorded it formally in 1949, and has since filtered into the popular consciousness. Autry's version of the song also holds the distinction of being the only number one hit to fall completely off the chart after hitting #1 the week of Christmas 1949. Nonetheless, it sold 2.5 million copies the first year, eventually selling a total of 25 million, and it remained the second best-selling record of all time until the 1980s.

Although most of know Rudolph's story through the song, May's poem differs in many ways. The original Rudolph was not one of Santa's reindeers, nor was he the offspring of any of Santa's reindeer. Rudolph did not dwell at the North Pole - he actually lived in an "ordinary" reindeer village. Although he was taunted for his shiny, red nose, his parents were not embarrassed of him and he had a good self-image.

More importantly, the original Rudolph did NOT rise to fame when Santa singled him out from the rest of the reindeer herd because of his shiny, red nose. Rudolph was discovered accidentally when Santa was delivering gifts to Rudolph's house and noticed his glowing nose. Concerned that thickening fog would keep him from completing his Christmas Eve deliveries, Santa called upon Rudolph to lead the team of reindeer, observing upon their safe return.

Info gathered from:
www.wikipedia.com
www.google.com
www.life123.com

Letter From Jesus

2010-12-15T11:46:00.000-05:00

My sister Merry sent me this, and it was too good not to share...

My precious children,

It has come to my attention that many of you are upset that folks are taking My name out of the season. How I personally feel about this celebration can probably be most easily understood by those of you who have been blessed with children of your own. I don't care what you call the day. If you want to celebrate My birth, just GET ALONG AND LOVE ONE ANOTHER.

Now, having said that let Me go on. If it bothers you that the town in which you live doesn't allow a scene depicting My birth, then just get rid of a couple of Santas and snowmen and put in a small Nativity scene on your own front lawn. If all My followers did that there wouldn't be any need for such a scene on the town square because there would be many of them all around town.

Stop worrying about the fact that people are calling the tree a holiday tree, instead of a Christmas tree. It was I who made all trees. You can remember Me anytime you see any tree. Decorate a grape vine if you wish: I actually spoke of that one in a teaching, explaining who I am in relation to you and what each of our tasks were. If you have forgotten that one, look up John 15: 1 - 8.

If you want to give Me a present in remembrance of My birth, here is my wish list. Choose something from it:

Instead of writing protest letters objecting to the way My birthday is being celebrated, write letters of love and hope to soldiers away from home. They are terribly afraid and lonely this time of year. I know, they tell Me all the time.
Visit someone in a nursing home. You don't have to know them personally. They just need to know that someone cares about them.
Instead of writing the President complaining about the wording on the cards his staff sent out this year, why don't you write and tell him that you'll be praying for him and his family this year. Then follow up... It will be nice hearing from you again.
Instead of giving your children a lot of gifts you can't afford and they don't need, spend time with them. Tell them the story of My birth, and why I came to live with you down here. Hold them in your arms and remind them that I love them.
Pick someone that has hurt you in the past and forgive him or her.
Did you know that someone in your town will attempt to take their own life this season because they feel so alone and hopeless? Since you don't know who that person is, try giving everyone you meet a warm smile; it could make the difference.
Instead of nit picking about what the retailer in your town calls the holiday, be patient with the people who work there. Give them a warm smile and a kind word. Even if they aren't allowed to wish you a "Merry Christmas" that doesn't keep you from wishing them one. Then stop shopping there on Sunday. If the store didn't make so much money on that day they'd close and let their employees spend the day at home with their families.
If you really want to make a difference, support a missionary-- especially one who takes My love and Good News to those who have never heard My name.
Here's a good one. There are individuals and whole families in your town who not only will have no "Christmas" tree, but neither will they have any presents to give or receive. If you don't know them, buy some food and a few gifts and give them to the Salvation Army or some other charity which believes in Me and they will make the delivery for you.
Finally, if you want to make a statement about your belief in and loyalty to Me, then behave like a Christian. Don't do things in secret that you wouldn't do in My presence. Let people know by your actions that you are one of mine.

Don't forget - I am God's Son and can take care of Myself. Just love Me, and do what I have told you to do. I'll take care of all the rest. Check out the list above and get to work; time is short. I'll help you, but the ball is now in your court. Have a wonderful Christmas, and remember…I LOVE YOU.

Jesus

COOL YULE - Day 3

2010-12-14T14:22:00.000-05:00

DAY 2 - SANTA CLAUS

The true Saint Nicholas was born in 280 AD, in Patara, a city of Lycia, in Asia Minor. He was a Christian priest, as well as a rich person, and traveled the country helping people, giving gifts of money and other presents at night. St. Nicholas did not like to be seen when he gave away presents, so the children of the day were told to go to sleep quickly or he would not come! Nothing has changed and Santa Claus will not arrive this Christmas unless the children go to sleep early.

By 450, churches in Asia Minor and Greece were being named in honor of him. By 800, he was officially recognized as a saint by the Eastern Catholic Church.

In the 1200s, December sixth began to be celebrated as Bishop Nicholas Day in France.

By the end of the 1400s, St. Nicholas was the third most beloved religious figure, after Jesus and Mary. There were more than 2000 chapels and monasteries named after him (CRAZY! I never knew that!). In the 1500’s people in England stopped worshipping St. Nicholas and favored his identity as gift-giving Father Christmas. Over the centuries, St. Nicholas' popularity grew, and many people in Europe made up new stories that showed his concern for children.

The name Santa Claus was derived from the Dutch “Sinterklaas” pronunciation of St. Nicholas. Early Dutch settlers in New York (once called New Amsterdam) brought their traditions of St. Nicholas. As children from other countries tried to pronounce Sinterklaas, this soon became “Santa Klaas,” which then evolved into “Santa Claus.” The old bishop's robe was soon replaced with his red suit and clothing seen in other modern images. Nowadays, Santa Claus is generally depicted as a plump, jolly, white-bearded man wearing a red coat with white collar and cuffs, white-cuffed red trousers, and black leather belt and boots. This image became popular in the US during the 19th century due to the significant influence of caricaturist Thomas Nast, and it has been maintained with the help of the media.

We all know that supposedly Santa Claus lives in the far north, in a land of perpetual snow. The American version of Santa Claus says that he lives at his house on the North Pole, with his wife, a countless number of magical elves, and eight or nine flying reindeer. Another legend, popularized in the song Santa Claus Is Coming to Town, says that he makes a list of children throughout the world, categorizing them as either "naughty" or "nice." On Christmas Eve, he travels the world in a reindeer-pulled sleigh, delivering presents to all the good children and coal to the naughty children.

ON A PERSONAL NOTE: I actually collect Santas. I don’t believe in him, at least not anymore, though I do like to imagine a world full of Santa-like whimsy and love and good will and generosity. And don’t get me started on chocolate Santas! (wink!) I like to look at Santas and remember what I felt and thought and believed about him when I was a kid, to feel that giggly-bubbly joy in my heart and to think that one person could make people all over the world forget their problems and feel at peace, and to believe that he could give gifts that would bring happiness to all mankind.

And then I remember that I do believe in that Person. JOY TO THE WORLD!

Info gathered from:
www.thehistoryofchristmas.com
www.wikipedia.com

COOL YULE - Day 2

2010-12-13T09:16:00.001-05:00

DAY 2 - O, CHRISTMAS TREE

As with many customs, the Christmas Tree began as a pagan ritual, to celebrate the winter solstice, as a symbol of life's victory over death.

But then in the mid 1500's, Germans began using evergreen trees as a symbol of hope for the coming of spring. This practice is likely to have gradually evolved from pagan rituals of past, and merged with the celebration of Christmas leading to the tree's Christian beginnings. In the mid 16th century, Christmas markets were set up in German towns, to provide everything from gifts, food and more practical things such as a knife grinder to sharpen the knife to carve the Christmas Goose! At these fairs, bakers often made shaped gingerbreads and wax ornaments for people to buy as souvenirs of the fair, and take home to hang on their Christmas Trees.

TINSEL was invented in Germany around 1610. At that time real silver was used, and machines were invented which pulled the silver out into the wafer thin strips for tinsel. Silver was durable, but tarnished quickly, especially with candlelight. Attempts were made to use a mixture of lead and tin, but this was heavy and tended to break under its own weight so was not so practical. So silver was used for tinsel right up to the mid-20th century.

ORNAMENTS were usually handmade - made of paper or wire. Ladies often quilled snowflakes or stars. Candles served as lights. By the 1870's, glass ornaments were beginning to appear and served as a status symbol. The more glass ornaments you had, the better your status!

Christmas trees arrived in America in the 1800's. In 1851, Mark Carr opened the first Christmas tree retail lot. Traditionally, Christmas trees were not brought in and decorated until Christmas Eve, and then they were removed the day after "twelfth night" (January 6). To have a tree up before or after these dates was even considered bad luck. Of course nowadays, most folks put up their trees shortly after Thanksgiving and leave it up until after New Year's Day.

LIGHTS were added to Christmas trees around 1882, when Edward Johnson, a friend of Thomas Edison, hand wired red, white and blue bulbs and wound his tree with them. GE (Edison's company) began offering hand-blown lights that needed to be wired together, though homeowners had to hire an electrician to get the lights together safely. Then in 1903, the American Eveready Company came out with the first Christmas light set with screw-in bulbs and a plug for the wall socket - and folks have been untangling huge knots of lights each holiday season since then...

BTW Check out Jeremiah 10:2-4 - The prophet Jeremiah criticizes heathens for cutting down trees, carving the trunks and placing precious metals upon the branches in reverence to their gods. A prophecy of Christmas commercialism perhaps? I don't really know, but I do find it interesting to think about! :)

Info gathered from:
www.christmastree.net
www.christmasarchives.com
www.wikipedia.com

COOL YULE - Day 1

2010-12-10T10:12:00.000-05:00

Back in high school, I remember writing a paper about Christmas traditions, where they came from, what they mean, etc. And I found it to be fascinating. But the trouble is, now I don't really remember what I wrote. So I thought it would be cool to revisit all of that, and to share it with you here in posts entitled COOL YULE. I'm not sure I'll do it every day, and I don't know how many topics I'll cover, but we'll just see how it goes. Hopefully we'll all enjoy it, maybe even learn a few things...

DAY 1 - THE YULE LOG
I have never really understood "the yule log." What the heck is a "yule" anyway? Isn't it just a piece of firewood? Well, apparently it is, and originally it had nothing to do with Christmas, but rather the Winter Solstice (December 21).

The Norse celebrated winter as a Feast of the Dead, with ceremonies full of spirits, devils, the Norse god Odin and his night riders. One festival in particular was "Jol" (a.k.a "Jule" and pronounced "yule") - this was a huge feast. In recognition of the return of the sun, fathers and sons would bring home large logs (or trees), which they would set on fire. The people would feast until the log burned out, which could take as many as 12 days. The Norse believed that each spark from the fire represented a new pig or calf that would be born during the coming year. The Yule Log was believed to bring beneficial magic and was kept burning for at least twelve hours and sometimes as long as twelve days. The ashes that remained from the sacred Yule Log were scattered over fields to bring fertility, or cast into wells to purify and sweeten the water. When the fire of the Yule Log was finally quenched, a small fragment of the wood would be saved and used to light the next year's log, thereby bringing prosperity and protection from evil all year long.

Of course, if you don't have a fireplace, you could just make one to eat...

Info gathered from:
www.thehistoryofchristmas.com
www.wikipedia.com
www.christmaslore.com

New Items in My Etsy Shop

2010-12-08T07:41:00.000-05:00

Over Thanksgiving, I stitched my little heart out and turned out some cute items, and I now have them listed in my Etsy shop. Picured below are a few of the newbies! Hope you'll check them all out HERE!

PS A special thank you to Scarlett for taking such pretty photos of my items!

Michael's Sister

2010-12-07T12:16:00.001-05:00

Many of you probably know that I am one of 8 kids. The 4 youngest (including myself) were adopted, and the 4 oldest were “homemade.” I’m #7, the youngest girl. The baby of the family, Michael, was 2 years younger than I am.

Michael passed away 10 years ago today, December 7. It’s weird how the day of someone’s death –someone closed to you, I mean – can be such a vivid memory. Bruce and I had gotten dressed up, went to a nice dinner, and then to the High Point Theatre to see “A Christmas Carol.” And when we got home, there was a message on our answering machine with the news.

Bah humbug indeed!

Michael was only 24 when he died. He had been born with muscular dystrophy, a disorder that involves muscle weakness and loss of muscle tissue that gets worse over time. In Michael’s case, he had Emery-Driefuss muscular dystrophy which mainly affected the muscles used for movement and the heart muscles. At one point, when he was about 18, doctors discovered that the valves in Michael’s heart weren’t working properly and they suggested putting in a pacemaker. But Michael wouldn’t hear of it – I remember him saying, “When it’s my time to go, I’m ready.”

I learned alot by being Michael's sister. I learned things about life, about love, about family - but most of all, I learned things about myself. And I think that if he knew all of the things I now realize I learned from him, Michael would be pleased by his legacy. I can't wait to tell him some day.

I definitely won’t pretend that Michael and I always got along. When we were little, I definitely did not like him. Ha ha. Of course not! I resented him and the attention he got. But as with most things, with age our relationship got better. It’s interesting how over time, a lot of the “bad” stuff gets washed away from memory. Maybe God allows this so that we can heal. Or maybe it doesn’t just wash away – maybe we absorb it and learn from it. Maybe it’s both of those things.

In any case, today I am remembering my brother, and how I miss him.

This photo is pretty old (My nephew is a sophomore in college now).
But Michael's silly face is a reminder of how much he loved to joke and kabitz with everyone. :)

To Decorate or Not To Decorate

2010-11-29T16:28:00.000-05:00

For some strange reason, I am struggling with whether or not to decorate for Christmas this year… It’s so much work. So much extra clutter. Bruce doesn’t care for it. We will be spending Christmas with my sister and her husband, so it’s not like we’ll even be here for the actual DAY of Christmas. Hmmm…. What to do. What to do.

I remember a time when it was all I could do to wait until after Thanksgiving to start decorating for Christmas. And I had TONS of decorations, and they were EVERYWHERE! But now…

Ehh.

Am I too old for Christmas?

Have I reached the point in my life (finally) where I’ve learned that less is more – that simpler is better?

Has Bruce’s disdain for the holidays rubbed off on me too much?
(OK, “disdain” is probably a little over-the-top, but you get the idea)

Am I just plain lazy?

Am I afraid of the possible creatures I find among the decorations once we get them from the attic - like the 4-legged or 8-legged varieties? (shudder)

Maybe it’s all of the above.

Or none of it.

But I’m sure not feeling motivated.

Yet....

14 DAYS OF THANKS - HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

2010-11-25T09:39:00.000-05:00

I AM THANKFUL FOR...
GOOD WORD

I have been seeing TONS of commercials lately advertising all of the bargains I could find at various stores on Black Friday. I have even seens commercials advertising all of the places where I could shop ON Thanksgiving. Apparently, Thanksgiving has been sucked into the addicting commercialism that used to be reserved mostly for Christmas. And that kinda annoys me. So, I whipped out my Bible this morning to renew my mind with verses of thanks, to refresh my spirit with reminders of the true meaning of Thanksgiving. Here are some of the truth nuggets I found:

Psalm 100
Shout with joy to the Lord, all the earth! Worship the Lord with gladness. Come before him, singing with joy. Acknowledge that the Lord is God! He made us, and we are his. We are his people, the sheep of his pasture. Enter his gates with thanksgiving; go into his courts with praise. Give thanks to him and praise his name. For the Lord is good. His unfailing love continues forever, and his faithfulness continues to each generation.

Psalm 30:11-12

You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing. You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy, that I might sing praises to you and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever!

Colossians 3:17

And whatever you do or say, do it as a representative of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through him to God the Father.

Psalm 105:1-2
Give thanks to the Lord and proclaim his greatness. Let the whole world know what he has done. Sing to him; yes, sing his praises. Tell everyone about his wonderful deeds.

I Chronicles 29:11-13

Yours, O Lord, is the greatness, the power, the glory, the victory, and the majesty. Everything in the heavens and on earth is yours, O Lord, and this is your kingdom. We adore you as the one who is over all things. Wealth and honor come from you alone, for you rule over everything. Power and might are in your hand, and at your discretion people are made great and given strength. O our God, we thank you and praise your glorious name!

Ahh... GOOD WORD!

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

14 DAYS OF THANKS - Day 2

2010-11-25T09:06:00.000-05:00

I AM THANKFUL FOR...
QUIET MORNINGS

Most of the time on weekends or days off from work, I like to sleep in. I mean, who's going to pass up a few extra hours of sleep?

But occasionally, I get up a bit on the early side just to enjoy the day before it starts getting away from me. I grab some coffee and an extra blanket and then get into my big chair for some serious snuggle time with the girls. Sometimes I indulge in guilty-pleasure TV (like Saved by the Bell), sometimes a movie, sometimes I read or stitch. In the fall or spring, sometimes I grab my coffee and blanket and I sit out on the porch in the adirondack chairs while the girls scurry about looking for squirrels or chipmunks.

Ahhh... There's just something so therapeutic about having a quiet morning. Too bad every day can't begin this way. Oh well. For now, I'll pour myself some more coffee and just enjoy this one.

14 DAYS OF THANKS - Day 3

2010-11-23T10:48:00.000-05:00

I AM THANKFUL FOR...
MY GIRLS

It's crazy how much a part of my life my dogs are. And I know you are probably laughing at me for saying that, especially if you are not a pet owner, but that's ok. I am not ashamed at how my girls fill my life with extra bits of happiness and laughter.

Dixie is 10 now. She's our "blonde" dog - the one most folks are drawn to because her floofity hair will always make her look younger and extra-pettable. She's extra spunky - but she's also a bit air headed (She once jumped off a second-story balcony to play with another dog on the ground below). But that silly dog is so endearing. She frolics around the yard without fear, ears pinned back in just complete uninhibited joy. I wish I was more like that in life. Brave, silly Dixie.

Daisy is 11, and she will always be "my first dog," my first baby. She's much more subdued than Dixie, and smarter. She's also more sensitive. She comes to me when I am crying, and licks me in reassurance. She lets me snuggle with her. She THRIVES on love and attention, and I am all too eager to give it to her. Sweet, sappy Daisy.

Someday, Bruce and I will get another dog, and we will love that one too. But for now, I am content with just my girls.

14 DAYS OF THANKS - Day 4

2010-11-23T08:45:00.000-05:00

I AM THANKFUL FOR...
WORK BUDDIES

Bruce and I ate dinner with Keith and Leslie, sort of a reconnect/staff meeting of sorts. And as if the mini burgers, salad bar and endless fries at Ruby Tuesday weren't awesome enough (one word: YUM), the company was spectacular! I LOVE how the 4 of us can connect so openly about things and still get the job done. Nobody takes offense to constructive criticisms or suggestions, everyone works towards the common good, and we have a great time doing it. God is so good to give us such wonderful people to work with and to learn from. :)

14 DAYS OF THANKS - Day 5

2010-11-22T11:28:00.000-05:00

I AM THANKFUL FOR...
TIME AWAY

Bruce and I took 13 college peeps to Lake Norman this past weekend for our College Retreat, and it was awesome! We stayed in a great big house right on the water, lots of windows, lots of room, lots of food, lots of laughing, lots of good God-talks...

There's something so wonderful about getting away from the norm, and just reconnecting with God and each other on a different level. And it's even more wonderful to see the college students doing all that too.

I'm back in the office today, exhausted almost beyond belief, but it was so worth it!

14 DAYS OF THANKS - Day 6

2010-11-22T10:15:00.001-05:00

I AM THANKFUL FOR...
SOMEONE ELSE'S COOKING

Saturday morning, I sat in the breakfast nook of the lake house, drinking coffee and watching the mist rise off of Lake Norman, as 4 college students prepped breakfast for the group. Baked oatmeal, French toast casserole, scrambled eggs, sausage and bacon... it was divine!

I enjoy cooking - I actually feel like I do it pretty well. But now and then, it's just so nice to have someone else take care of all that. There's something SO GOOD about someone else's cooking. I tell Bruce all the time that my coffee tastes better when he makes it for me - he thinks I say that out of my laziness, but it's truly because it's just nice to be served now and then. And when it's served out of love....YUMMY!!!

Can I have some more please?

14 DAYS OF THANKS - Day 7

2010-11-22T10:12:00.003-05:00

I AM THANKFUL FOR…

HEALTH AND BEAUTY PRODUCTS

Is that ridiculous? Is that vain? Is that girly?

Maybe.

But I tell you this, while you might believe I wake up each morning looking this ravishing and amazing (hardee har har...), there's actually a good bit of "product" that goes into my day.

Shampoo, conditioner, scrubs, pastes, lotions, sprays, polishes, powders, glosses, creams... Oh the list could go on forever (seriously, I mean FOR-EV-ERRRRRR.....). And, while I am so not the typical princess-ish girly-girl, there is something about certain beauty products that just make me oh so happy.

Like a good face powder that covers without being cakey.

Or a toothpaste that cleans well, freshens breath AND whitens.

Or a mascara that gives your lashes that little touch of "flirt."

Or a lotion or body spray that makes you huggable but not fruitcake-like.

Ooooh, or a nail polish in a fun color that actually lasts (see Sally Hansen's complete salon manicure collection).

It is because of all of these things that I could walk around CVS or Walgreens for HOURS and be completely happy. Seriously. I think I could have a problem.

Is that crazy?

Maybe.

But I think not. :)

14 DAYS OF THANKS - Day 8

2010-11-18T13:43:00.001-05:00

I AM THANKFUL FOR…

TEARS

I know that probably seems weird, that I am thankful for tears. Probably most people do not like them, maybe even despise them. I actually used to be one of those people - and sometimes still struggle with them, or at least my acceptance of them. But when they are put into proper context, I find I am actually grateful for them.

Last night, I had a good cry (I'm surprised at myself for admitting that. But now it's out there, so I'm gonna go with it).

Last night, I had a good cry. And once the first few tears fell, they just kept coming and coming, until I couldn't speak (except for in a very ugly squeaky voice), and the dogs raced to my aid for surely I must have been dying, and Bruce hovered over me in that "I'm-your-husband-so-I-care-but-I-don't-know-what to-do" state of confusion.

But the process of crying has a very cleansing affect on me, and on my thoughts. I suspect it's that way for most of us. At first, we begin crying simply because we cannot help it. Then we continue because, well, now we're on a roll. We might pause for a moment to think about the situation, then begin again until the need for tears has subsided and the crying session ends. And then what happens? A feeling of renewal, of quiet, or comfort, of newness. Man, I felt AMAZING when I woke up this morning, like it was TRULY a brand new day! And I truly believe it was because my abundance of unused tears had been reduced.

It's not that I enjoy crying, mind you, but I do enjoy the peace that comes thereafter. It must be that pesky Holy Comforter at work again.! :)

Psalm 73:26 - My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.

14 DAYS OF THANKS - Day 9

2010-11-17T13:16:00.000-05:00

I AM THANKFUL FOR…

GOD SMILES

It always amazes me at the way God smiles at me – sometimes in big ways, and sometimes in small ways. Here are some that I’ve noticed lately:

Seeing the autumn leaves dance on the breeze as I walked across campus today
Hearing the laughter of friends around a bonfire
Finding the perfect supplies for the College Retreat at the Dollar Store
An email from a friend saying she misses me

Getting an unexpected bill from the eye doctor on the same day that we get a letter from Bruce’s flex spending account telling us we have enough money left to cover it

New inspiration for an art project
Being one of the people that a friend trusts enough to share details about her love interest
Watching the squirrels tirelessly gather acorns and bury them outside my office window
The 6:45 am friendliness of the girl at Dunkin Donuts

I wonder what God smiles you guys have seen?

14 DAYS OF THANKS - Day 10

2010-11-16T21:42:00.001-05:00

I AM THANKFUL FOR...
BEGINNINGS

The start of something is always an exciting point for me. Fresh. New. Full of promise. So much potential. No blemishes or mistakes. And it can be something as simple as that first slice into a freshly-baked cake or the start of a new art project or a new job.

One of my absolute favorite "beginnings" involves my cell phone. You know how when you buy it, it comes with that clear plastic protector that you can remove once you purchase it? Oh my gosh! I LOVE those things!!! Bruce once made the mistake of removing mine for me, and I was heartbroken. Seriously! I had been robbed of the preciousness of the beginning of my relationship with my cell phone.

Over these last several months, I have been experiencing and enjoying lots of beginnings around me:

Beginning a new job

Bruce beginning his role as an associate pastor

A friend beginning a romantic relationship

My brother beginning his role as a daddy for the first time

College grads beginning their lives in the real world

Lives changed through salvation decisions

All fresh. All new. All full of promise. All full of so much potential. No blemishes or mistakes.

Some simple. Some more involved. But all are precious.

14 DAYS OF THANKS - Day 11

2010-11-16T07:35:00.000-05:00

I AM THANKFUL FOR...
A CUP OF GOOD COFFEE

Notice that I did not say "a good cup of coffee." The coffee itself has to be good. (I’m a bit of a coffee snob). To me, a cup of really good coffee is basically

FRESHLY

GROUND

HEAVEN.

There are few things that can compete against the aroma, the taste, the warmth of it. Even the routine of making coffee and pouring just enough half-and-half into it until it turns that perfect shade of beige – not too dark and not too light. Mmmm! It’s like drinking a cup of love.

Drink up, my friends!

14 DAYS OF THANKS - Day 12

2010-11-14T19:04:00.000-05:00

I AM THANKFUL FOR...
GOOD TALKS

Last night, we had a bonfire for some of the college peeps and a few friends. The air was cold, the fire was hot (like melt-your-face hot at times, ha ha!), the night sky was full of stars... And the only thing that made it better was having a chance to have a great chat with one of the college girls there. Don't you just love it when that happens?! I do. I love it when we get past the surface talking points and get to the nitty-gritty stuff. It's almost like there's something magical in sharing personal moments like that with another person. It's giving and receiving on a whole different level, and it changes the relationship for the better. LOVE IT!!

14 DAYS OF THANKS - Day 13

2010-11-14T17:27:00.000-05:00

I AM THANKFUL FOR...
HUGS

I am not a very touchy-feely person - at all. Never have been. But there's just something about a good hug that I love. They can be so warm, so comforting, so loving. Granted, from the wrong person, hugs can be downright creepy, but from the right person, hugs are sometimes EXACTLY what I need. It takes a lot of breaking down personal barriers to give someone a hug, and even to receive one. Maybe that's why I like them. Or maybe it's that, for those few seconds, I feel united in body and spirit with another person - a rarity in a world that is so focused on me-me-me. Maybe it's lots of things. In any case, I feel like hugs are little touches from God, little reminders that we are not alone, that we are loved just the way we are. And who wouldn't want that?

14 DAYS OF THANKS - Day 14

2010-11-12T12:51:00.000-05:00

Today is exactly two weeks until Thanksgiving (Never mind that I have no idea where this week went, let alone this year). I thought I would challenge myself to a little something… Each day for the next two weeks, I am going to blog about something for which I am thankful. I’ve never actually committed to a daily anything, so this could be a bit more work than I am anticipating, but we’ll see how it goes.

DISCLAIMER: I don’t want my “thankful for’s” to be the churchy or cookie answers – you know the ones that everyone gives you when you ask them. So, for the record, and to get them out of the way, let me tell you now that I am thankful for my God, my salvation, my family, and my friends. I hope all of you are too. :)

Bruce eating a frozen banana at the fair.
Just look at that McConaughey-esque mane!

DAY 14 – I AM THANKFUL FOR…
MY HUSBAND

Now, you might be saying, “Becky, that is a cookie answer if I ever did hear one.” But I’m gonna have to disagree. Unfortunately, I know of LOTS of women who would never say they are thankful for their spouse. Sad, I know, but true just the same. So yeah, I am very thankful for Bruce. In January, we will have been married 13 years, and we’ve shared so many adventures through those years. Sometimes they’ve been the scary, sad, shadow-of-death kind of adventures, but mostly they’ve been the hugs-and-kisses, this-is-amazing, laugh-till-something-comes-out-of-your nose adventures. And that’s just the day-to-day stuff that just about anyone can see when they look at us.

But then there’s the stuff that is just for the two of us – the moments of communicating without speaking, the looks that say “I love you” or “I’m proud that you are my wife,” the way he “puts his foot down” when I need him to, the little touches that remind me that, even though the outside world sometimes requires more of his time than I’d like, he’s there for me.

And in a world where the bond of marriage is treated so frivolously, I recognize that my relationship with Bruce is truly a miraculous thing. And that’s why I am thankful.

Well hi!

2010-11-10T12:32:00.001-05:00

Obviously, a little over 2 months ago, I decided to take a hiatus from blogging for an undetermined amount of time. Recently though, Bruce has begun "pestering" me to get back into it, so here I am. I wonder if you've missed me...

I wish I could tell you that in my absence, I've been doing something amazing and exciting and world-changing. I wish I could tell you that, but I can't.

I've just been living life, I guess you'd say.

Adjusting to being an associate pastor's wife is not as easy as I'd thought! But I am definitely learning things. There have been many moments when Bruce and I have wanted to go back to being just the college pastor and wife, and we do see that happening again for us. But right now, God has chosen Bruce to be an Associate Pastor for a while. So we are just gleaning as much as we can. Stretching and growing. And seeking His guidance.

The college peeps continue to be a huge blessing. It always strikes me how different each semester is and how God surprises us with things. Decisions to re-connect with God, lessons taught and learned, grad school decisions, break-ups and new couplings, new friends... These students are an absolute treasure! We've been keeping in touch with and even seeing some of the students who have already graduated. It's an interesting thing, seeing them "feel" their way through the world. My heart is full.

I have become absolutely ADDICTED to Angry Birds. It's this wonderful slingshot game on my Droid where you fling different birds at evil pigs. Sounds ridiculous, I know. But I LOVE IT!

A few weeks ago, I found out that I have chronic fatigue syndrome. It's no fun. I'm almost always tired, and have other symptoms like joint pain and such. Couldn't make it to work some days. Didn't feel like trying other days. Didn't want to talk to anyone or see anyone. I was feeling really depressed and sorry for myself, and it was a dark and ugly time. But Bruce sternly but lovingly reminded me that God calls us in spite of ourselves, and in spite of any thorns in our sides. In a recent sermon, he also reminded me that not only am I to serve God, I am to WORSHIP Him by serving - and that means through my ailments! Hmm. Good word, babe!

Fall is finally here, and it is glorious! There is something cathartic to me about watching the world around me pass away in beauty. Autumn makes me think of 2 Corinthians 5:17 - This means that anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person. The old life is gone; a new life has begun! God's promises are overwhelmingly beautiful.

I guess that's it for now. Hmm. Feels good to be back in the blogger world. I will be back in touch soon. :)

Work that Tail, Girl!

2010-09-03T08:56:00.000-04:00

So apparently pigs are now being used as fashion models. Piglets, actually.

The piglets, sporting gorgeous jewels, will be in the September issue of Vogue Russia. And I have to admit that seeing these pigs all decked out in their luxurious baubles makes me want one (Look at the sweet eyes!). I must also admit that occasionally, when no one is around, I do dress my dogs in some of my long beaded and pearl necklaces to pretend they are “Ye Royal Russells” or I dress them in my heavy chains to pretend they are living “The Thug Dawg Life.” But I digress…

I am sure there is some “Cast your pearls before swine” reference to be made here, but that’s not the one that spoke to me this morning. This morning my heart was touched by the irony of the gorgeous, jewels decorating a common farm animal. I mean, piglets are cute and all, but do I really want my precious treasures hanging off their stinky ears or around their chubby, sweaty necks? No thanks. The pig just ain’t good enough for that, in my opinion.

And that’s another reason why I am glad God doesn’t think the way I do. He’s not as quick to withhold treasures from his children because of how they look, or think, or feel, or even what they do necessarily. He loves us unconditionally, and with a love so deep we cannot even fathom it. And even when we roll around in the muck of it all, and we stink and we are covered in heaven-knows-what, He reaches for us to embrace us with His entire being. In His heart, the jewels ain’t good enough for US!

And that’s a really cool thought. Oink.

miscellany monday - August 30

2010-08-30T11:59:00.000-04:00

Miscellaneous bits from the past week…

one. I have a new nail polish that is just making me ever so happy. It’s called “Fairy Teal” in Sally Hansen’s Complete Salon Manicure line. I painted my toes with it, and it’s just the perfect not-too-bright blue-green for my pigglies. I keep sticking my feet out at Bruce telling him to the gorgeousness of my toes, which he does of course!

two. I have recently become addicted to peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. And I thought you all should know.

three. The college peeps are all back in town, and we had a luncheon after church for them. So much fun! Small groups start this week, tonight and Thursday, and we’ve got 26 signed up – including 13 who were not part of small group last semester. YAY! I just love those kids!!!

four. I went antiquing Friday afternoon. That’s not usually something I would do, but I was looking for some silver-plated spoons for an artsy project. I went to the Antique Market Place on Burnt Poplar Road, and I was overwhelmed by all the amazing stuff! Furniture, toys, dishes, and jewelry! Oh my gosh! - the JEWELRY!!! I must go back at a later date and with more money. Yet as excited as I was to see all the treasures, I found myself growing a little blue as I walked the store. I realized that many of the things I was seeing reminded me of Mom. And how I miss her so much.

five. I want to make everyone aware of this cool penny-pinching site. http://www.groupon.com/. Basically, you sign up, and every day you get one email. In the email will be one deal for a local business which you can either purchase within 24 hours or ignore. The deals are things like discounts to restaurants, ice cream parlors, maid services, oil changes, spa treatments, etc. All sorts of stuff! And the deals are pretty good. I bought a $25 gift certificate for a local upscale steak house for only $10. And I also bought a $12 gift certificate to a gelato place for only $5. I almost bought a maid deep-cleaning service ($179 value) for only $30, but couldn’t decide if I was really THAT lazy just yet (though I think I am). So check it out!

Rekindling the Love

2010-08-26T14:25:00.000-04:00

Dear Little White House,

I am not sure when it happened, or why, but apparently you have turned against me.

No longer do I come home to find you comfortable, fresh and clutter free. Now, you greet me at the front door with cobwebs and dead leaves. Your living room is a whirlwind of dust and dog hair and various piles of papers. Your bed is never made, and your closets are almost empty since clothing remains on the floor. Your bathroom floor is covered in stray hairs, and your dining room looks more like an office than a place to entertain guests, with all of the numerous books and papers and files. Your laundry room confuses me – which pile of clothes is clean, and which is dirty? Your kitchen is overrun with dirty dishes, and your fridge displays assorted Tupperware containers with various concoctions from who-knows-when. Please don’t get me started on your oven…

But why, little white house? Why?

Am I not a good caretaker? Have I not loved you enough? I fear perhaps that I have not…

So starting tonight, I will rekindle the love I once had for you. I will de-clutter your rooms and mop your floors. I will wash your counters and fill your closets. I will even scrub your toilet. And when I am all finished loving on you like you deserve me to do, I will gently sweep your front porch and put out your welcome mat once again, inviting all of our friends to come and bask in your warmth and comfort.

I apologize for ignoring you for so long.

Sincerely,
Becky

Miscellany Monday - August 23

2010-08-23T12:42:00.001-04:00

Randomness...

1 The semester officially began this weekend with freshman move-in on Saturday, and upperclassmen move-in on Sunday. I cannot even begin to explain how excited I am to see all my college peeps again! I have missed them so! I am also really excited because this semester, we have a few non-HPU students joining us! Just one more of my prayers answered. :)

2 Our church had a community yard sale this past Saturday, and it was a huge success! The hubs and I were able to get rid of some things, and we each scored a few deals too! I think the most exciting thing about it though, was how much the community seemed to enjoy it! We had so many visitors!!! I have to express my excitement about the 3 storage boxes I received by trading a rug with Ellen. They are really pretty (blue, green, and yellow), and they are perfect for containing art supplies! Yay!

3 I have a hot date tonight with one of my college peeps. She recently lost a friend of hers in a tragic accident, and I haven't seen her since she found out. I cannot wait to give her a hug! And in spite of her grief, she sent me a message late last week reminding me of the way God is compassionate. Sometimes, these college students blow me away with their perception. Tonight should be fun! We are going to a new place to eat and then maybe a little shopping. Can't go wrong with that!

4 I am so in the mood to go shopping for fall clothes! I keep getting these catalogs showing scarves and sweaters and boots and jeans... Oh, how I love fall!!! Dear Autumn, please come soon. I ache for you.

5 While I am yearning for fall, my crafting spirit is starting to feel like Christmas. My favorite annual magazine (Quilting Arts Gifts) just came out with the 2010-11 issue, and it has me feeling all inspired! What should I make first...

6 Yummy in My Tummy! I came across this recipe for Pork Chalupas at AllRecipes.com. And it looks and sounds so good, I might just have to try it this week!

Let's Chat

2010-08-17T14:33:00.001-04:00

I am sitting here feeling like I should blog, but not really wanting to because I don't know what to blog about. So there's this internal struggle within me, one side saying, "Say something - reconnect! - you haven't blogged in a while." and the other side saying, "relax - do it tomorrow - no one is missing you." It probably doesn't need to be quite that dire, but I do like a taste of the dramatic now and then.

I could tell you about Donut World, this amazing local donut place I discovered last night. Some friends mentioned it to us, and I stopped last night on my way home to get a dozen. They were SO FRICKIN' GOOD!!! But talking about donuts doesn't really seem that exciting....

I could tell you that my sister-in-law had to go to the hospital over the weekend. Remember Bruce's sister Jen who is building the house in FL? Well, she worked so much that she got overheated and dehydrated and such. Poor Jen! At least she is home now and feeling better. She's such a great gal! But then, why would you want to hear about people I know?

I could also tell you that my new job is really going well. Actually, it's awesome! I feel great about it! But I am sure you all are tired of me talking about work....

I could tell you about this new project I am working on. It's a wallhanging made out of repurposed wool. It will take a while to complete, but it will be worth it. I especially like the muted colors I used - darker than pastels but lighter than jewel tones. But I can only talk about my art so much, right?

Oh, or I could tell you that Dillards is going out of business or something because the entire store is on super-clearance. Bruce and I went there Saturday, and bought him some great shirts (plaid of course)! But do you really care about how I spent my weekend?

Instead, I think I will tell you that God wants to hear us tell Him all of these things and much, much more. He loves each one of us so much that He craves open and free communication from us. He wants to hear all about our discoveries, our loved ones, our jobs, our passions, our daily events - and then He wants to hear everything else too! I think sometimes we are too selective when we pray - we think, "Well God already knows about such-and-such, so I won't bore Him with that." Or we think, "Why would God care about that?" I also think sometimes we overthink our prayers to the point where we feel like we don't have anything to pray about...so we don't. We don't pray at all.

Where along the path of life did we forget that He just wants to chat - about everything and anything? It's not so much about what we say, as long as we are saying SOMETHING.

And you know, once we open our hearts to communicate, it's amazing what comes out.... :)

"Say something - reconnect! - you haven't prayed in a while. Relax - do it today - He is missing you."

I'd rather...

2010-08-13T08:16:00.000-04:00

I think we can all agree that life doesn’t always work the way weu’d like it to. We make our plans, and sometimes even the simplest task doesn’t happen the way we wanted it to. We don’t always get what we want, or even what we prefer. And I think we all have our “I’d rather’s.” I do.

I’d rather be in the mountains than at the beach.

I'd rather be with Bruce than with anyone else.

I’d rather have 20 dogs, all at the same time, than parent one child.

I'd rather go to the doctor than have to go to the dentist. But I’d rather go to the dentist than have to go to the hairdresser!

I’d rather clean any room in the house than wash the dishes (Or better yet, I’d rather pay someone else to do ALL of that for me!)

I'd rather be barefoot than have to go shoe shopping.

I’d rather not do anything than do something half-heartedly.

I’d rather watch any other type of movie than watch a chick flick.

I’d rather text than talk on the phone.

I’d rather be employed full-time than be a starving artist. But I’d rather spend my time creating than climbing the corporate ladder.

I’d rather have silence than have background noise.

I’d rather ignore difficult people than confront them.

But I’d rather confront difficult people than have them hurt someone else.

I’d rather go coffee-less than have to drink a cup of cruddy brew.

So - what about you? What would YOU rather?

Miscellany Monday - August 9

2010-08-09T12:26:00.004-04:00

1. I love my new job! My boss is amazing. She is a super-busy lady, but is so nice and quite laid back. She gave me a hug on my first day! Ha ha! The other folks in the Dean’s office are sweet too. There’s another Becky, and she is a hoot! And everyone has been very friendly and extremely welcoming. I also like the actual WORK that I do here. Yay! I took a few random photos of my office…

I feel like there's a spiritual lesson in the paper clips...

Do you see it?

2. There is a creature of some kind under the house in the back room. It was scritching or gnawing or something last night – or rather this morning at 4:30! The dogs were not amused! Neither was I. Like a crazy woman, I got down on my knees and scolded it quite loudly this morning in the hope that it would scare it away. I mean, can it not take up residence in one of the old barns on the property?

3. Scarlett is painting me some fun little seashore pictures for my new office! She has the paint, sand and seashells done, and will add some Bible verses and more ModPodge the next time she’s over. I am EXCITED!!!

4. Bruce preached yesterday. It was his third sermon (I think), and every time I hear him up there “in the pulpit,” it blows my mind that this is where God has brought us. We had lunch/staff meeting with Keith and Leslie after church. My mind is also blown by them – that God has given us such awesome mentors and friends.

5. I have been obsessing about Yellowstone lately. I really want to go there. I’m thinking maybe May. Have any of you been there?

6. College peeps start arriving back to school this week – well the RA’s do. The rest come back intermittently after that – classes start on the 24th. I am excited!!! I can’t wait to hear about everyone’s summer, and get back into the swing of “college life.” Oh, and this also means I can start creeping on Justin Timberlake at the Palladium Starbucks again, with my college friends, and it won’t look so creepy. (Right?)

Bucket List

2010-08-06T14:42:00.002-04:00

I've been working on my "Bucket List" - you know, the list of things you want to do before you kick the bucket... We all have those things, regardless of whether or not we write them down. But I am a LOVER OF LISTS, so of course mine are getting typed up. :)

I feel pretty good about mine so far. I feel somewhat confident that I can accomplish all of them if I live a decent-length life, and that's exciting.

I'll be going places:
Go to Yellowstone
Go to San Diego Zoo
Go to Colorado
Go to Maine
Visit some place outside of continental US
Spend time in a big city

I'll be doing things:
Go white water rafting
Be published in a magazine
Be an expert of something
Sell art
Sculpt something

I'll be learning:
Take a felting class
Attend an art retreat
Learn to use a sewing machine

And I'll be serving:
Lead someone to Christ
Teach something
Volunteer somewhere
Go on a mission trip

And that's just SOME of what's on my list. Hmmm.... what else should I do?
What's on YOUR bucket list?

Miscellany Monday - August 2

2010-08-02T12:14:00.000-04:00

Happy Monday, everyone! Bruce and I are back from Florida, so all of my musings today will be regarding our trip.

1.) Grandma Robertson's chicken and dumplings are still amazing. I had them for the first time at her house in Maryland when Bruce and I were just dating. I loved them then, and I love them now.

2.) I fell in love with swimming this weekend. Well, I guess technically it's more like "paddling" or "floating." I just like being in the water. Mom and Dad have a wonderful pool, and we were in it every day. GLORIOUS! And swimming in the ocean was heavenly too - though slightly chilly. It kind of makes me want to have my own pool someday - I wonder if I would feel the same if I have to do all the work to keep it clean.

3.) Dad took us to the Daytona Flea Market on Saturday (where I bought some new silver earrings and two cute owl brooches!). He also took us to Krystal for lunch, and he knew the lady that worked there because he frequents it so often. I love seeing him in his element!

4.) While I am quite happy I no longer live in Florida, I was reminded of how Floriday has its own unique, striking beauty. The palm trees, the open spaces, the wide skies, the beaches... so lovely!

5.) We met our friends Steve and Emma and their kids for breakfast on Saturday. It's CRAZY how different our lives are now, but it's so awesome howGod has lead each of us to the place in our lives where we are all happiest. I love to see that!

6.) Mom was as gracious as always. She has this way about her that makes you feel at home instantly. And she does all these little things that make you know she's thinking about you - the mini banana bread loaves, the candy suprises, the bathing suits and towels always getting washed... Love her!

7.) Jen & Ben's house is coming along. I cannot believe how gorgeous it is! Their patience and hard work is really paying off!! I am so excited for them.

8.) Bruce actually let me drive this time! Wow, he's getting lax in his old age. Ha ha!

9.) I always feel better about myself when I have a little tan, like I have now. But I am also scared of skin cancer. Why must the sun be so bad for us?

10.) Oh, and root beer Slurpees are now my all-time favorite

Happy Happy Joy Joy

2010-07-28T10:06:00.002-04:00

Quitting a job can be a bittersweet time – this time it’s really not.
This morning I am reflecting on the top 10 awesome things about quitting this job…

10. No more office chair that is way too short for my legs – yep – my knees are up to my chest right now (OK maybe not that high…)

9. No more running down to the Store to help folks because I am the only one who knows how to work the credit card machine

8. Having absolutely NOTHING in my email inbox or my mailbox

7. No more Board of Directors

6. Never having to observe yelling matches between co-workers over silly things like what hinges to use on a frame or what color carpet looks best in the galleries

5. No more naked figures or paintings in my vicinity unless I want them there (Ha!)

4. Never having to clean up after a public event again

3. No more awkward Tuesday morning staff meetings

2. No more weird black flecks of who-knows-what coming out of my air vent

1. Never ever having to work with HER again!

HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY!

Miscellany Monday - July 26

2010-07-27T11:08:00.000-04:00

(OOPS! I missed Miscellany Monday, so here's what I meant to post yesterday.)

1.) GOD IS GOOD
Remember the faith jars at The Journey? Well, we finally opened them Sunday. We’ve got enough to pay off our carpet debt AND build walls around our children’s rooms. Not to mention all of the lessons about faith we learned. God rocks.

2.) TA-DA!
I finished up a bunch of misc fabric jewelry projects last night. I made a few felt brooches that look like Dahlias, a rose bib necklace (made from one of Bruce’s old t-shirts), and a cool rolled felt statement necklace. I’m trying to decide what projects to take with me to Florida…

3.) DARK SIDE, INDEED
Did you guys hear that Darth Vader held up a bank in Long Island? WHAT? Ha ha ha!

4.) NEW DO
I got my hair chopped into this fun little rocker-chick ‘do, and I really like it. It’s a lot shorter, but definitely a little funky. Yay!

5.) SUNSHINE STATE
Bruce and I leave for the F-L-A Wednesday. We are pretty stoked to see his family! And we get to see some good friends and their kids too! Yay!!! I am not excited about the heat and humidity, but everything else will make up for it. Can’t wait for Grandma’s chicken and dumplings!!!

What Drives You?

2010-07-22T11:56:00.000-04:00

A few years ago, Bruce and I started a game of Punch Bug that still has not ended. Anyone who has ridden in a vehicle with us – or just been in public with us, for that matter – undoubtedly heard us playing, or at least has seen us punch each other, lovingly of course! We can’t help ourselves.

The problem is that we make up our own rules as we go, and without the prior consent of the other person. You can see why this is a potential problem.

So I googled it. And WOW! That opened up a whole new Punch Bug World for me! I thought it was pretty interesting, so I thought I would share a few nuggets (Bruce, make sure you take notes so you don’t keep cheating!)

According to www.Beetlemania.org:
An official Punch Bug is either a vintage Volkswagen Beetle or the newer Volkswagen Beetle. It is not any other Volkswagen vehicle; nor is it a Beetle that has been modified beyond recognition. Any and all cars on the lot of a Volkswagen Dealerships are not allowable – they are considered to be “in time out.” However they must leave the lot eventually! Beetles on non-Volkswagen car lots are not under restriction and are fair game.

The gist of the game is, when you see one, you say “Punch Buggy” or “Punch Bug” while simultaneously punching the person you’re with. The punch doesn’t need to be hard. It is not necessary to add “No punch backs!” Punch backs are absolutely not allowed, and will cost you one point for each punch thrown. Not to mention, you will thereby be known as a “party pooper.”

One point is awarded to the first person who calls each Punch Buggy seen. If you wrongly identify a car as a Punch Buggy and call it, one point is deducted from your score. If you have already hit the person with whom you're playing and then the misidentification is confirmed, the person wrongly Punch Buggied may at his discretion double punch the offender immediately OR he may save the mis-punch until the next time you have a legitimate Punch Buggy and he can take the hit away from you. To do that, the victim of the misidentification and hit says "Save it for later." The next time you spot a legitimate Punch Buggy, you can still call it, however you are banned from following through with a hit. If you forget and hit anyway you forfeit the game and the other person wins.

This morning, I also got to thinking - What if Christians were like the Punch Buggies of the world? Shouldn’t we love God so much that our lives stand out from everything else (Matthew 22:36-38)? Shouldn’t our love for others and our willingness to serve them be something that brings joy to them (John 13:35, Galatians 5:13-14)? Regretfully, too often I am not that way. Sometimes it’s tough to make every aspect of my life as God-glorifying as it should be. And it’s even tougher to love everyone and – gasp – serve them! It’s comfortable to be on my parking lot in time out. But how many folks will pass by, seeking something from me before I leave my lot?

Just who’s driving this car anyway?

A Little Bling

2010-07-21T10:59:00.000-04:00

One of the blogs I read daily is about beads.

(I know. I know. Probably cannot get more thrilling than that, right? But they have some pretty things and tutorials. And I am all about learning new techniques and getting inspiration. So that’s why I read it. And I’d appreciate you not getting all up in my face about it.)

Moving on.

Yesterday, on that blog, I came across this article regarding “bling for your cornea.” Or in other words, an eye piercing. And this would not be for your eyebrow, or your eyelid for that matter – it is a piercing of the eyeBALL. That’s right. Now, if you are like me, initially you are picturing what an earring stud looks like and you are imagining sticking something like that into the eyeball and you are thinking,”But how can this be? And WHY would this be?”

If you have a YouTube or a Google account, you can log in and watch the video of the procedure. Though I don’t recommend it if you are squeamish, or just an “eye wimp” like my husband. Lots of weird pricking and cutting and inserting happening in the video, resulting in a sparkly little jewel on the surface of the eye. Granted, I enjoy a bit of bling or stainless steel on or in the body. I’m not necessarily into piercings of all types, but I can at least appreciate most of them as an outlet of someone else’s persona. But I’m afraid I just can’t understand this one. Nor do I want to.

But that’s just me. What do you all think?

miscellany monday

2010-07-19T14:25:00.001-04:00

{1} chicken fried rice.
i had lunch with my new boss jackie. we ate thai, and it was yummy. and my new job sounds really awesome.

{2} thar she blows.
bruce and i are going to florida next week for dad's 60th. we plan to spend one day at the beach and lots of time in the pool. so i broke down and bought a - gasp! - bathing suit. and you know, i actually like it! i bout it at avenue, for all of you plus-sized ladies out there who are looking. :) i love that store!

{3} faith in a jar.
one more week until we open the faith jars at church. will we have enough to cover the carpet debt? i believe we will. but even if we don't, god has taught me so much about faith over these last several weeks, and that lesson is worth more to me than any amount of money.

{4} my pretty pony.
today i am wearing my favorite ponytail holder, made by my friend jocelyn ala the trendy owl boutique at etsy. she makes headbands and jewelry too, not to mention she is have a serious sale right now. all you ladies should check it out! she also has an awesome blog, where i discovered this miscellany thing anyway. i will warn you though that i am not responsible for anything that happens once you see some of the recipes she posts.)

{5} gag.
i am really tired of justin bieber.

{6} best of nc.
i tried the cheerwine krispy kreme donut this weekend. suprisingly, it was most enjoyable! kind of like a chocolate-covered cherry flavor... i highly recommend.

{7} sweet.
on saturday, bruce and i took scarlett to the farmer's market. even though it was pouring and we were soaking, we bought blackberries and corn and brussell sprouts and sourdough bread with huge smiles on our faces. maybe because it was nice to get such yummy things, or because the rain was a welcome relief from the brutal heat we've been having, but most likely we smiled just because we were together.

{8} any day now.
have i mentioned that i am really, really ready for the college students to come back?

Sweets for the Sweet

2010-07-15T15:31:00.008-04:00

Scarlett suprised Bruce and me with a special treat last night - a cupcake from The Sweet Shoppe! Oh so divine! Oh so delectable! Wasn't that - ahem - sweet of her?

The problem is today I have been thinking about all things cupcake. I want to eat more of them. I want to make them. I'm trying to convince Scarlett to start a cupcake shop with me (OK, maybe not that seriously).

I did find some pretty interesting recipes though...

Devil's Food Cupcakes by Martha Stewart. Why does the devil get to eat stuff that's so heavenly?

Coconut Lime Cupcakes by the Boastful Baker. Perfect for summer!

Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Cupcake by lovestohost on AllRecipes. Best of both worlds

I don't really understand this one, yet I am intrigued... It's the Cinnamon Swirl Sour Cream, Maple Cream Cheese, Strawberry and Bacon Breakfast Cupcake from Hollis Wilder on foodnetwork.com

And of course, combining 3 of my loves - coffee, chocolate and baked goods - the Special Mocha Cupcake by Taste of Home.

Mouth watering yet?

To Cure The Blues Creatively, Click Here

2010-07-13T11:15:00.000-04:00

I am in a funk. Just feeling bleh. Not sure if it’s stress or pms or just the blues. Bruce would say it’s probably all of that and then some! (Though he really is VERY supportive when I am this way – he’s awesome.)

Bruce is going out to dinner a friend of his tonight, and I will stay home feeling “ponderous.” Maybe I will watch a scary movie and snuggle with the girls. More likely, I will work on something creative, which, I find, is quite therapeutic. In mind of this, I want to share a few tutorials for some adorable things that I want to make. I found them online.

Ashley of Make it Love it is sharing her house décor redo and making everything herself. She has all the projects listed under parts (part 1, part 2 etc.). I especially love this one of her Flower Wall Hanging.

I also love the idea of this adorable Felt Box by Marianne at applehead. I feel like these could be decorated in so many creative ways!

Ooooohhhh, and isn’t this Felt Dahlia Brooch by Meahgan Reardon just gorgeous?

And aren’t these little Matchbox Valentines on Etsy’s Storque adorable? I want to make a bunch, and for all different people and in all different themes! These would be such cute notes of encouragement - or little love notes!

Just last night, I dug out my shrink dinks to try my hand making some shrink plastic jewelry. Check out this tutorial from Helen Bradley for some inspiration…

Hmmm... which project to choose...

Drum Roll Please

2010-07-09T15:27:00.010-04:00

So I quit my job yesterday.

And as some of you might remember from my post on June 2 (see it here), it’s been all I could do to hang in there until now. I have accepted a position with the UNCG College of Arts & Sciences, in the Assistant Dean’s office, doing pre-grant work. This is a cause for…

JUBILATION AND GYRATION!

My boss got back from her vacation yesterday, and I politely waited until about 11 to tell her. She took it well – sort of a mixture of rage and sadness. It’s what I expected.

What I was not expecting, however, is the reaction I have gotten from everyone else. Disappointment. Sadness. Praise. Hugs. Even TEARS! What’s that about? I didn’t know I had made such an impact on these folks! Kinda makes me feel guilty for leaving. Kinda makes me wonder if I am making a mistake. Kinda.

I guess more than anything, it reminds me that there is never a moment when others are not watching, and that’s why it’s so important to live my life to bring glory to God as much as I can. Whether or not I am working. Hmm… Something for me to ponder….

James 3:13 - If you are wise and understand God’s ways, prove it by living an honorable life, doing good works with the humility that comes from wisdom.

Matthew 5:16 - In the same way, let your good deeds shine out for all to see, so that everyone will praise your heavenly Father.

I Won't Bite (Or Will I?)

2010-07-08T13:15:00.001-04:00

A long, long time ago, in a house far, far away, little Becky discovered a phenomenon she would treasure for the rest of her life. It happened one Sunday afternoon, as Mother finished the dishes and Father napped in his chair. The TV was on, and I changed the channel. There on the screen appeared the black and white movie Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein, in which the comedic duo meets Dracula, Frankenstein’s Monster and the Wolf Man. And my love of all things scary was born.

Shortly thereafter, I sneaked a read of Ann Rice’s Interview with a Vampire, and Stephen King’s Salem’s Lot, and I fell in love with all things VAMPIRE! But I am a true vampire fan – not one of these Twilight junkies! Oh, how I am weary of hearing about Edward and Jacob! True, vampires can be classy and wise and maybe even beautiful. But they are also killers of men and women, with long fangs and rank breath and claws. Vampires do not sparkle when sunlight hits them – they burst into flames. And sure, they might indulge in passionate kisses, but only when it precedes chomping down on a jugular. And there are multiple ways to kill them – albeit all of the ways are quite gruesome and quite bloody and quite able to make your skin crawl.

And that’s just vampires. Don’t get me started on zombies and werewolves and serial killers… Ahh, so many scary friends! Yesterday, I watched Shutter Island, and it reminded me again of how much I love scary movies! (Thanks, Scarlett, for the recommendation!)

I don’t know what it is about scary flicks that I love so much – The way they scare me? The blood? The psychotic behavior? I’m sure a psychiatrist would say it’s an outlet for my own deviousness or something.

Maybe.

Here’s a list of just some of my favorites:

Interview with a Vampire
30 Days of Night
The Shining
Saw
Halloween
The Exorcist
Psycho
Silence of the Lambs
Arachnophobia
Amityville Horror
Jaws
The Mist
Seven
Dawn of the Dead

Pop one of these into the DVD player, turn down the lights (if you dare), snuggle under a blanket, and enjoy! Better yet, invite me over, and I'll watch with you!

Long Live The King

2010-07-01T10:43:00.001-04:00

Bhumibol Adulyadej is the current king of Thailand. He took the throne on June 9, 1946, and is the world’s longest-serving current head of state and the longest-reigning monarch in Thai history. Bhumibol is highly revered and is also protected by the Constitution as "inviolable,” or “secure from violation or profanation.” He has no right to charge anyone who insults or defames him, but anyone can file charges for him; the penalty is three to fifteen years in jail. Photos of the King are commonplace in homes and in businesses. Before movies, a short film about the King is played in theatres. He is seen as so important by the Thai people that his ill-health has affected the financial markets. People ADORE him!

Can you imagine if Christians treated Christ that way? What if we took the name and reputation of our Lord so seriously, that folks around us didn’t dare blaspheme or curse because they feared how serious our reaction would be? Do we even react at all any more when someone takes the Lord’s name in vain? What would it be like if we prayed, sang a praise song or read a Bible verse right before watching a movie? What if we had symbols of our faith all over the place – in our homes, our businesses and our offices? What about on our bodies? Bruce says we should behave as though we had the word “Christian” tattooed across our forehead. We should be forever-glorifying and respecting our Lord Jesus. And not just because we have to, but because we want to – because we love OUR King that much!

I’ll be the first to admit that I fail miserably at this at times. For whatever reason, it’s not easy to live every waking moment as though Jesus was right beside me – even though He actually is. I find myself “forgetting my faith” when it’s convenient. I don’t do this on purpose, mind you, but then sometimes, I’m not purposefully remembering my faith either. There’s been way too many times when I’ve been happy there wasn’t a Jesus fish on the back of my car when I’ve just had a bout of major road rage. Or when I recommend a questionable movie to a friend, I add the “It’s got a lot of language” pre-cursor (That makes it right, doesn’t it?). Or when someone upsets me, I blame my anger on their behavior. Or I blame my misdoings on my genetics or my upbringing or … As though sin has qualifiers that makes it ok sometimes.

Kinda makes me wonder why my King doesn’t just point at me and holler “Off with her head!!”

But I already know the answer to that… It’s because He loves me. He gets upset when others mistreat me or speak against me. He sends His bodyguards to protect me from evil. He has my name written in the palms of His hands. He constantly watches me over me in love. He ADORES me!

What a thought - that a miserable wretch like me could capture the heart of the King. :)

* Some info about Bhumibol Adulyadej was taken from Wikipedia.

...When You Let Him

2010-06-29T13:15:00.002-04:00

Bruce performed his first wedding this past Friday! Keith (one of our recent grads) married Jennifer. The ceremony was amazing – really pretty and included a perfect mix of both tears and comical relief. Bruce and I were blessed by staying in an enormous, gorgeous house with the groom’s, his family, a groomswoman, and the groomsmen. We had a blast!! And we ate like royalty! Can I just say that sweet potato biscuits, country ham and orange marmalade are now one of my favorite things?!! Also Paul and Amy are now some of my favorite people.

The wedding was, of course, emotional for me and Bruce. Not only was Keith one of our “college peeps,” but also this was Bruce’s FIRST wedding – and the reminder that God works wonders when you let Him.

We arrived home to a clean house and happy dogs (thank you, Lindsay!), and it was only a matter of time before a friend of ours arrived for the night. She has been called as a missionary for a year, and spoke about it in church on Sunday. She will be ministering to college students abroad (her location is private due to safety concerns). How awesome is that? Here is a girl who was actively involved in our college ministry who is now being called to serve in a college ministry in another country! Yet another reminder that God works wonders when you let Him.

Remember the faith jars we have at the church – for the carpet? Well, they are still there, and each week a bunch of us put our carpet money in them. God is REALLY teaching me about faith through those jugs! At this point, I almost don’t care if we do pay off the carpet (though I am confident that we will). I have learned so much about faith, and that lesson is worth WAY more than the carpet debt! Sunday morning, I actually found myself praying, “God, increase my faith. And test it so that it continues to grow.” And that is so not like me – I am usually terrified of the testing part. Testing hurts. It’s not fun. It’s rather scary. But I am craving it like crazy right now!

Do I need to say it again, folks? God works wonders when you let Him.

James 1:2-4 - Dear brothers and sisters, when troubles come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy. For you know that when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow. So let it grow, for when your endurance is fully developed, you will be perfect and complete, needing nothing.

A Few of my Faves

2010-06-15T15:13:00.002-04:00

Don't you just love blogs? When I go to my Google Reader each day and see all the new, unread posts I have to go through, I tell you, my heart just pounds in excitement! So many little nuggets of goodness out there! Things that make me laugh, think, maybe cry. Always inspiring!

Makes me aspire to be a better blogger myself.

Today, I realized that some of the blogs I follow might become some of YOUR favorites too! And I decided to recommend a few of my faves.

For insanely delicious recipes, cute craft ideas, and just plain fun, see my friend Jocelyn.

For a good chuckle, check out Big Mama.

For DIY projects of all sorts, get inspired by Craft Gossip.

For a unique, inspiring (and often humorous) look at Christian life, go to Stuff Christians Like.

Oh, and the blog which, I must say, has the absolute sexiest, funniest writer, can be found at the pastor wore plaid.

Check them out sometime!

And tell me some of YOUR favorite blogs! I want to hear about them!

OK, I have to admit something.

2010-06-14T15:02:00.004-04:00

I hate summer.

I am a sweater (ie: one who sweats) – I always have been. It’s uncomfortable, not to mention embarrassing and a bit gross. But, that’s the chemistry the good Lord chose to give me, so I deal with it, albeit begrudgingly. It seems ridiculous that I must base my outfits and my hair-do’s on the amount of anticipated sweat I will expel in a given day or by doing a certain task. These days, my hair is mostly up, off my neck. And while others might think I am going for a sporty, summery look, it is simply that I am trying not to embarrass myself by having my hair wilt against my scalp in a wet icky mess.

Humidity just makes the heat worse – it’s like instant stickiness on my skin as soon as I leave the house in the morning until I can get the truck a/c cranked. Oh, and the gross things it does to my makeup! No wonder I have adult acne!

As though these things aren’t bad or uncomfortable enough, the good Lord also chose to give me such a high dose of pheromones or hormones or whatever that every bug in a 15 mile radius finds ME. Not Bruce. Not our friends. They find ME…like I was the golden arches incarnate. And this is a problem on so, so many levels.

Oh, and bathing suits – let’s not even go there.

Now that I’ve WHINED a good bit, I am actually going to try to do something slightly more positive. I found this writing prompt that asked me to list favorite things about summer based on my five senses. So let’s see if I can do this:

My favorite SCENTS of summer:

Fruity Yankee Candles

Charcoal-grilled burgers

The farmers market combo of flowers and fruit and veggies

My favorite SIGHTS of summer:

Butterflies (yep – this is the ONLY bug I actually like)

The tat on Bruce’s leg because he wears shorts

The beaches – not Myrtle or Daytona, but those private ones that are “PCC standard”

My favorite SOUNDS of summer:

Thunder

Summery music

Waves

My favorite TOUCHES of summer:

Raindrops on my skin

Light, gauzy tops

??? My sweating issue really makes the “touch” category a tough one!

My favorite TASTES of summer:

Corn on the cob

Anything cold - snow cone, ice cream, cold drink

WATERMELON!

Phew! Made it through that list! I guess there are some nice things about summer. But not enough for me to actually enjoy it. I often tell Bruce that I could easily live in Alaska, but I don’t think he realizes how serious I am (or maybe he’s scared about how serious I am!). Ooohhh... to have an igloo....

FRIDAY!!!

2010-06-11T09:48:00.000-04:00

It’s Friday, and I am happy. Why? Well let me tell you…

The A-Team movie starts today. Bruce and I and a few friends are meeting at the Palladium so that we can revel in all things awesomely A-Team. Two words: Bradley Cooper.
Tomorrow I will make Bruce an amazing dinner – roasted chicken and mashed potatoes and gravy. He LOVES the chicken skin, which is actually kind of gross to me, but I like that he likes it. It makes me feel quite “wifely” to serve him food he loves. Ha ha!
I am working on a big collage piece for Bruce’s currently naked church office. And I will work on it quite a bit tomorrow since…
We have NO plans tomorrow! That means waking up late and leisurely enjoying coffee and TV fishing and not showering until after noon. Ahhh yes – the good life.
Have I mentioned Bradley Cooper is in the A-Team?
Today is Jacques Cousteau’s birthday. “When Jacques-Yves Cousteau died on June 25, 1997, the world lost more than just an esteemed biologist and oceanographer. The world lost its greatest guide of the chartless realms that make up the planet’s oceans. Through his documentaries and books, Cousteau contributed more to our understanding of the oceans than almost any other person.” I wonder what he would say about the oil spill…
My friend Jocelyn is having a buy one – get one free sale on her beautiful handmade headbands in her etsy shop. http://www.etsy.com/shop/thetrendyowl. I might have to splurge. She’s making these flowers that look like daisies now, and these cute braided flower discs. I have been wearing a ponytail a lot these days, and what better way to dress up one of them!
Bradley Cooper plays “Face” in the A-Team movie…

I saw this awesome photo yesterday, and while the subject of it is terrifying (It’s a “sinkhole” that opened up in Guatemala City), it is an AWESOME photo! I love photos that capture the impossible. Like the photo of the little blue dot – Google that if you don’t know what I’m talking about – AMAZING!
The Summer Solstice Party at the museum is one week from today, which means I have to think about it for only one more week! It’s been fun and interesting planning it, and I’ve had great help, but I am so, so, so over it now.
Oh, and let’s not forget that Bradley Cooper is in the A-Team. Or have I already mentioned that?

This really spoke to me today...

2010-06-09T10:16:00.000-04:00

http://stuffchristianslike.net/2010/06/3185/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+stuffchristianslikeblog+%28Stuff+Christians+Like+-+Jon+Acuff%29&utm_content=Google+Reader

Keep Pouring

2010-06-08T11:06:00.001-04:00

When we got to church this past Sunday, there was a table at the front decorated with assorted pieces of pottery and two big plastic water cooler jugs on the stage. Odd combo, right? Little did we know the important lesson we would soon learn…

Pastor Keith preached on the following passage:

2 Kings 4:1-7
One day the widow of a member of the group of prophets came to Elisha and cried out, “My husband who served you is dead, and you know how he feared the LORD. But now a creditor has come, threatening to take my two sons as slaves.” (This was customary)

“What can I do to help you?” Elisha asked. “Tell me, what do you have in the house?”

“Nothing at all, except a flask of olive oil,” she replied (Olive oil was used as a commodity back then).

And Elisha said, “Borrow as many empty jars as you can from your friends and neighbors. Then go into your house with your sons and shut the door behind you. Pour olive oil from your flask into the jars, setting each one aside when it is filled.”

So she did as she was told. Her sons kept bringing jars to her, and she filled one after another. Soon every container was full to the brim!

“Bring me another jar,” she said to one of her sons.

“There aren’t any more!” he told her. And then the olive oil stopped flowing.

When she told the man of God what had happened, he said to her, “Now sell the olive oil and pay your debts, and you and your sons can live on what is left over.”

You might initially think is just another “miracle story” from the Bible that you enjoy hearing but don’t think too much about. I mean, who wants jugs and jugs of oil anyway? Other than on pasta or bruschetta, olive oil really isn’t that exciting.

Or is it?

Like many churches, our church has accrued some outstanding debt, specifically to our carpet, and it is time to get it paid-in-full. But in this economy, when our wallets are empty and funds are tight, how in the world can we expect to do this? Well, that’s the catch – we’re not going to do it. God is. We will start with a little, and God will finish with a lot.

Each carpet square cost $6. Each week, those who want to will “buy” a square or two or however many they want of carpet as a sacrificial offering to God, placing their offering into the big jugs. On July 25th, the jugs will be cut open, and the money will be counted.

Will it be enough?

Do we have the faith it takes to listen and then immediately do as we are told, as the widow did?
Do we have the faith it takes to trust that God will make it enough?

The devil wants it not to be. Already I hear Him telling me that the only way this will work, I personally need to contribute a LOT of money - as though God needs my help! Other people hear the devil’s voice too. “It won’t be enough.” “What will you tell the people?” “What can your God do with a $6?”

The awesome thing about hearing that voice though is that it means he’s scared! Scared of how faith can destroy him. Scared of how when people believe, he loses some of his grip on them. Scared of how God will conquer him…

and the carpet debt.

Without faith it is impossible to please God. ~Hebrews 11:6

I Don't Like This One Bit

2010-06-04T12:54:00.000-04:00

Photos courtesy of AFP, Reuters, and the Associated Press.

Ready to Blow

2010-06-02T11:25:00.000-04:00

I've been in the office 1 1/2 days so far this week, and I've experienced enough abuse and drama to last through the end of the week, if not longer. The bad thing is that I am not the only here who feels that way. The rotten thing is that it's like this just about every week.

What the what?

So my job search has begun. Anyone in need of someone with over 11 years of office experience? Great skills balancing multiple budgets, organizing, problem solving, etc.? Not to mention hilarious and extremely good looking?

The Director here is apparently completely off her rocker - or at least off her meds. One of my subordinates told me that sometimes she fantasizes about keying the Director's car. My other subordinate confided that she thinks about just not showing up for certain events - like the upcoming Summer Solstice party - just to see how wigged out the Director would get. It's like the office is a red-hot river of suppressed rage, ready to erupt at any minute. And when it does, all the village people scurry away into their offices to avoid impending doom. But alas, we cannot all escape. There is always a victim. Just depends what day it is... Lately it seems that I am the virgin who has been deemed acceptable for sacrifice to the volcano god.

And the postal workers they have it bad! Is it weird that I often hope - and pray - that no one here is packing? All it would take is just ... one ... more ... snarky ... comment ....

Long Weekend

2010-05-31T00:00:00.000-04:00

3 day weekends are glorious! No pressure to get the chores done on Saturday since you have an extra "non-Sabbath" day to take care of things. You can stay up late Sunday night knowing that you can sleep in the next morning. Ahhh...

Bruce has been getting over a nasty little bug, so our original plans fo the weekend were thwarted by that. No dinner with Scarlett, and no lunch with Scott, Tara and Breanna. Very disappointing. But the poor man was SICK! No need to spread all that around. We "chillaxed" together, watching movies, napping, etc. We did a bit of straightening too, though more is to be done. I do not understand how two people can make such a bunch of clutter! I remember the early days of our marriage where I was actually a militant neat freak. Somehow, I lost touch with that part of me... I wish that girl would come back maybe once a month for a deep-clean. Or just long enough to hire a maid... :)

Today was a really good day, though when I first got up, I felt as though I was getting sick. A nice shower took care of that ickiness though - thankfully. Church was just patriotic enough not to be cheesy. Before the sermon, we watched a short video about the veterans who have fought for our freedom. It was quite moving! It reminded me of Memorial Days when I was a kid - we'd go to the county courthouse to watch the parade. I didn't really understand it all then, but I am mindful of it now, just probably not enough...

Tonight we had a red, white and blue dessert social at church! Oh how I love summer fruit! I brought a big bowl of watermelon - thankfully there is some left for me to enjoy tomorrow. I also allowed myself to have 2 star-shaped cookies, which were really, REALLY good. Someone even brought some blue-colored milk... Ha ha!

I wonder what adventures are in store for us tomorrow. Bruce plans to mow the yard. Eww. Maybe I'll get crazy and decide to put away all that laundry. Bruce asked me to create some art for his office at the church, and I am eager to start on that. I have been doing some stitching this past week, but I itching to get my hands on some collage papers. We will see...

He's Got The Whole World...

2010-05-26T16:06:00.001-04:00

I was talking to a friend of mine today, and she mentioned that she’s been kinda down lately. Life has changed dramatically for her over the last several weeks, and while the changes are mostly wonderful, they are still changes… and sometimes those are tough to deal with no matter what they are.

I remembered a verse that my friend Kris sent me when, as I was dealing with a cruddy day myself, I asked for some encouraging reminders of God’s love. I find myself returning to it over and over…

Deuteronomy 33:27 - The eternal God is your refuge, and His everlasting arms are under you.

When I first read this verse, it seemed almost trite, or too simple – something that I could have read and not really absorbed. But when I thought about it for a bit, I realized a few really cool things using good ol’ Dictionary.com.

Eternal = ceaseless, not subject to change
God does not stop. His love and care and concern for us are continuous and forever. And ever. And ever. And NOTHING can ever change that. He is ALWAYS the same.

Refuge = a place of shelter, protection, or safety
For some reason, this word always prompts the visual image of getting caught in a rainstorm and running inside somewhere to take cover. The kind of place where it’s warm and dry, where you kinda sigh in relief once you get there – and hopefully there’s a pot of fresh coffee brewing. And you know you’re safe. And you just feel mmmmmm…That’s the kind of refuge God is for us – a place where we can come in out of the rain and just cozy up to Him and let Him protect us.

Everlasting = forever
See Eternal above. Do you think God used “eternal” and “everlasting” in the same sentence for His own benefit? I think He was trying to stress to us that He means He is serious when it comes to ALWAYS being by our side – even when we don’t want Him there…

Under = beneath and covered by
I am slightly embarrassed to say that I, in all of my English major glory, never realized that “under” was two-fold: beneath AND covered by. So, the interpretation of the latter part of this verse is basically, “His everlasting arms are beneath and covered by you.” So the picture here is not so much that he is beside us, but that he is literally beneath us, supporting us, sometimes even to the point that He is covered up so we don’t see Him. But He is still there, lifting us up. Disney put out this cartoon - it might have been Fantasia, that features a hippo in a ballerina costume dancing with a crocodile.. and she fell on top of him, and it was all he could do to push her back up again. I guess it might not be that dramatic (or that terrifying for God), but it gets the idea across. Ha ha!

I wonder why it’s so hard to trust Him when he reminds us again and again that He’s got our backs.
I wonder why we are fearful to give things over to Him when he proves Himself over and over.
I wonder How many times I should have thanked Him and didn’t…

Poor Jack

2010-05-18T13:32:00.002-04:00

Check this out...(Click here)

Poor Jack.

For 8 years (that’s right – 8 YEARS!), he painstakingly put together that enormous puzzle. I wonder how many hours it took. I wonder how many times his wife yelled at him to get it off the table. I wonder how many times he thought about giving up but didn’t. And then just as he is nearing the end, when he thinks the puzzle is finally finished, THERE IS ONE PIECE MISSING! How can this be? Where did it go? Was it the dog? Was it the vacuum? Was it even in the box at all? (Tell me that wouldn’t be a temptation for a worker at the puzzle factory! Heh heh!) How does he feel now that it’s all over?

I wonder how many times God looks down at us and thinks, “Poor .” We painstakingly put together the perfect picture of our lives – our futures, our job situations, our marriages, our children, our financial situations. We work towards our goals tirelessly, checking off each completed goal as we pass it, for as long as it takes. We clutter our minds and hearts with nothing else but what WE think our lives should be, never giving up on our goals and eagerly anticipated the pretty picture that eventually will be before us.

But then at the end of it, we sit back to survey all of the glory we have put together for ourselves, with a sigh of relief, ready to gloat in the glory of all that is us, with a sigh of satisfa…wait! THERE IS ONE PIECE MISSING! Was it the dog? Was it the vacuum? No, my friends – It was never in the box at all. It’s the God piece that’s missing, because we didn’t ask Him to be a part of our puzzle. And without that piece, our puzzle is no good at all. It’s incomplete. It’s not the pretty picture we hoped it would be, with that one hole glaring up at us. And everyone can see that, and everyone knows that we are incomplete. And all that work was for nothing because we never bothered to ask God to be part of our puzzle. And He would have jumped at the chance to be part of it. He would have been so happy to be a part, and He would have made our puzzle so beautiful, and so perfect, and so complete. If only we had asked…

Poor Jack indeed.

New Arrival

2010-05-17T08:40:00.000-04:00

I have a brand new nephew! Isn't he precious?

Jacob Michael Belland arrived on 5/14/10 at 6:23 AM.
8lbs. 3oz. 21 1/4 inches

Congrats, Jimmy and Ronnie!

Antsy

2010-05-13T13:25:00.003-04:00

I feel so antsy today! Not sure why, or what to do about it. I thought maybe there is too much going on in my mind, in an attempt to settle down, I will talk to all of you here… So prepare for 10 items of complete and utter randomness!

First – the oil spill is freaking me out. Have you guys been following that story at all? If you haven’t even heard of it, where have you been? There is currently an eruption of black sludge rushing from the ocean floor off of Louisiana – it could be the most devastating U.S. oil spill EVER. Check out this satellite image of the spill…

Disturbing, no? What about this VIDEO?

Now, I don’t understand exactly how these oil wells work, and it seems that each attempt at fixing the leak has been a great idea – just unfortunate that they didn’t work. So, yeah, it worries me a little that our shores might soon be covered in black oil. Even more terrifying is the thought of what I might have to soon pay for gas for the truck…

Second - I really need some new shoes. And I hate the thought of it. I hate shopping for shoes. I hate paying for shoes. I hate trying to figure out what shoes I need. I wish I could just go barefoot everywhere (ok, maybe not a public restroom).

Third – My sister doesn’t call me anymore, and it’s starting to annoy the fire out of me. She claims that it’s because she is so busy working, but she also knows I worry about her, especially when I don’t hear from her. So, sister, if you are reading this, CALL ME!

Fourth – This is day 3 of my diet, and I have stuck like glue to it. Yay me!! That might not seem like much to some of you, but trust me, that is big news. Ha ha!

Fifth – My husband is amazing. I LOVE how we laugh together! I wouldn’t know what to do with one of those “serious” relationships. And I love how hard he tries to please me and others – sure he tries my patience sometimes too, but he has such a very good heart.

Sixth – I am addicted to the song Hey, Soul Sister by Train. Cassidy and David got me hooked, and now I can’t stop replaying it, especially here at work. But some of the dancing in the VIDEO is odd. And so are some of the lyrics – what’s all this nonsense about his “untrimmed chest?” I did not need that visual, thank you very much. But it’s a fun little ditty, just the same.

Seventh – Have I mentioned how excited I am that it’s almost time for peaches, plums, and watermelon?

Eighth – I have decided that I need to start collecting jewelry. Not gold or silver or diamonds (well, maybe diamonds), but fun, crazy stuff with matching necklaces and earrings. Maybe I’ll even start wearing bracelets! Folks around the museum have all these cool, artsy-looking pieces, and I admit that at times I do covet them…and I consider snatching them off of their necks and ears. But I refrain – OF COURSE!!! Oh, Bruce will not be pleased.

Ninth – I’m pretty obsessed with the book of Esther right now. Esther is one of those stories I learned back in Sunday school and then kind of forgot. So I am studying it again, and it’s amazing! I LOVE how there are strong women in God’s Word. I must remember that in those moments when I am feeling weak.

Tenth and final – I am hankering for some type of a trip – badly! I am hoping that by this fall, Bruce and I can finally afford a little romantic getaway. And maybe a BIG trip for our anniversary in January…. We both want to go to go out West!

Hmm…I still feel antsy. Maybe I had too much coffee… :)
What’s going on with all of you?

Biggest Loser

2010-05-11T12:54:00.001-04:00

I just know that somewhere inside me there is a skinny girl…or at least a skinnier, healthier girl. She used to be here, wearing shorts and tshirts and cute summer dresses, coming home from work every day to do Tae Bo for an hour, walking the dog, etc. But somehow, over the years, she disappeared.

Today I began my quest to find her again. Hopefully, eventually it will feel more like a lifestyle change than a diet. That’s the idea anyway.

Posting this on my blog is not easy for me. It’s embarrassing. It’s humbling. But I am also hoping that it will give me a sense of accountability, which I definitely need. It’s funny to me how I can be embarrassed to post this and yet I also know that you all have seen my “no-I’m-not-preggers” belly and my fat butt (or my “booty shelf,” as I call it). Hmm. Seems to me the embarrassment, had it come a LOT sooner, could have prevented some of the issue.

Ahh, if only hindsight wasn’t always 20/20!

I’ll be doing the Eat-to-Live program, for the most part, which is vegan. Mostly beans, veggies, fruit and nuts. Very limited starches. No meat, cheese, etc. I’m not supposed to have any dairy, but at this point, I will continue to use FF half and half in my coffee – that’s the only vice I will continue to enjoy, at least for now.

How did I choose ETL? It was recommended to me and Bruce a while ago by Alan and Melody, who have been following it closely for a LOOOONNGG time, and they have had great success and look and feel amazing. I’ve also been feeling prompted for the last 2 months or so to go a more Earth-friendly route, specifically animal-friendly. Not sure why. But it has been at the forefront of my mind for a while, and I am feeling like I should not ignore that.

Exercise, of course, will be incorporated too, of course. Probably just walking initially, with some weight training. My chestal-region has never been built for running, so that’s out, but I would like to do those elliptical machines eventually. And maybe try Zumba! The college girls say it's a blast!

So, everybody, please DO ask me how I am doing in the losing weight process! – Seriously! It will help me feel accountable, but it will also encourage me! And heaven knows I can use some of that too! Can’t we all?

Mother's Day

2010-05-10T13:18:00.000-04:00

Yesterday was Mother’s Day, and in honor of that, here’s a list of 20 of the favorite memories I have about my Mom:

Going to Friendly’s restaurant
Watching her make Kringle
Coming home from elementary school and finding she had made big chocolate chip cookies for our afternoon snack
The way she made holidays seem so special
Visiting model homes with her, just to dream
Her cooking lessons and recipes – to this day, they are still amazing!
How she could balance that tight, tight budget!
Waking up in the morning as a child and finding a brand new Barbie waiting for me
Her willingness to put us through private school
Coffee talk!
All things Norwegian
So many shopping trips!
The moment when she told me that one of the last goals she had was to make sure I graduated from college (I did!)
The way she looked on my wedding day
Reminiscing!
Hearing her stories about Daddy
Coming downstairs and finding her on the loveseat drinking coffee and reading from her pink Bible
Her love for the dog, even though “she never wanted one”
Seeing her loving on her roses
The way other people loved her

I love you, Mom, and I miss you!

Decisions! Decisions!

2010-05-06T11:52:00.003-04:00

Cassidy, our adopted daughter and one of the college students who will graduate this Saturday, is facing a dilemma. She has been accepted into both the University of North Carolina at Wilmington and the University of Charleston. Wilmington would be a bit less expensive, not to mention a bit closer to her boyfriend (and us!), but Charleston is a place where she has been dreaming of living. So for Cass, it’s a decision of being wise fiscally so she and David can both benefit later on or checking off something on her bucket list.

Truly a matter of mind vs. heart.

Why are decisions so tough? Why are we so scared to make them? HOW do we make them? A Google search about decision-making produced a ton of articles, all providing assistance in the decision-making process. I liked this one:

ESSENTIAL LESSONS ON MAKING DIFFICULT DECISIONS IN LIFE
By Donald Latumahina, January 18, 2008

In the last few months of 2007, I needed to make a difficult decision. It was difficult because the options had equal risks and benefits. Furthermore, the decision greatly affected how my career would do in the years to come. Taking the wrong decisions means I would spend years of precious time in mediocrity.

Essentially, the options are between:
1. choosing a commonly-followed way, or
2. pursuing my own dream.

At a glance, it seems clear that I should pursue my own dream. But, after considering the risk, it was not that easy to make a decision. The risk was obvious: If I followed my dream and fail, I would lose the opportunity of having a good, “guaranteed” lifestyle, and end up with an under-average life.

After struggling for months, I finally made a decision: I would take the risk and pursue my dream. It was a difficult decision to make, but I learned a great deal about how to make such decisions in life.

Here are the lessons I learned on making difficult decisions:

1. Tune out outside noise
One of the main reasons it was difficult for me to decide was people’s opinions. Not surprisingly, most of them advised me to follow the “proven” way. Of course, they did it sincerely to help me, but it made me difficult to listen to my own heart.

While we should always be open to people’s advice, at the end we should follow our own heart. To do that, first of all we should tune out outside noise. Don’t let what other people say confuse you.

2. Go where your passions unify
One sign of the right way to follow is the unification of our passions. While we know that we should follow our passions, sometimes we come into situations where different passions conflict with each other and make it difficult to decide.

In such cases, we should go where our passions unify. Think of your passions as streams of river. Rather than thinking about which stream to follow, why don’t you follow the big river that unify those streams? It takes time to find what the big river is, but it is worth the effort. For career-related decisions, my post on career tips might be helpful here.

This lesson helped me make my decision. By pursuing my dream, I have many passions of mine involved, while if I choose the other option, I have only a few passions involved.

3. Connect the dots
One other way to know where to go is by connecting the dots in your life. Look at the events in your life, especially the recent ones. Can you see certain patterns in the events? Can you see where they are pointing to?

The events that happen in your life often give you clues of the way to go. By connecting the dots, you can see what the right way is.

4. Seize opportunities
Seize any opportunity, or anything that looks like opportunity. They are rare, much rarer than you think… Nassim Nicholas Thaleb in The Black Swan

Continuing the lesson on connecting the dots, sometimes the events in our life give us a unique opportunity. They may open a door which normally wouldn’t. As Nassim Thaleb said above, opportunities are precious. So, if you find such opportunities, go and seize them.

5. Stay true to your heart
At the end, it all comes back to your heart. Which way do you think will make you stay true to your heart? Our mind often rationalizes things, but our heart can’t be tricked. If a choice makes you feel that you miss or deny something, there’s a good chance that it is the wrong way to follow.

Sometimes you already know which way to go, but you have doubts to actually choose and follow it. There is always fear of the unknown, and it’s not easy to overcome it. Here are some tips to help you:
Remember that your time is limited - Our time on earth is limited. So don’t waste the precious time by doing the wrong things, especially if you do that to meet other people’s expectations.
The regret is in not doing - The regret is not in failing, but in not doing. You might fail, but the important thing is to give it a try. You can always learn from failure.
Don’t wait until the situation is perfect - Perfect situation will never come. There will always be something that makes you want to wait again. As I said above, your time is limited, so don’t waste it with not doing.
Don’t be afraid to take risk and be different - People who dare to take risk and be different are those who will change the world. They are the history makers. There is quote I love by George Bernard Shaw: "The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man."

Good stuff, right? I also found this quotation, which I LOVED!:

Good decisions come from experience, and experience comes from bad decisions. ~Author Unknown

So will it be Wilmington?

Or will it be Charleston?

I know what I would do if I was Cassidy…
But what about you? What would you do?

Why do I feel like this week has been a whirlwind when it's only Tuesday?

2010-05-04T22:44:00.000-04:00

My friend Gerry is living in Italy. While she's there, she is capturing all these great moments via photography and writing, and is sharing them through email with a group of us here in the States. Some of the things she has written about in her emails are simple, everyday things - like hanging laundry - but she is taking the time to recognize the beauty in those things. It kind of inspired me to open m eyes a bit more, or at least to make more of an effort. Here's what I've "seen and heard" lately:

Our dog Dixie had to get stitches in one of her paws today. $300 dollars later, she emerged from the vet's office hopped up on pain meds and anesthesia, sporting a bright red cast on her foot and one of those Elizabethan plastic cone collars. Poor thing couldn't even get in the door. Pathetic and funny at the same time. Upon further inspection, I noticed that her red cast also has a bright yellow lightning bolt running down the side. How adorable! And how touching that the vet's office would take the time to make the cast look a little more fun. Is it weird that I am jealous of my dog's cool cast?

We went to Lexington Barbecue restaurant tonight with 6 college students and Keith and Leslie.  I'm not a pork fan, but it was good. Bruce, on the other hand, would eat pork at every meal of his life if I would let him. He even got these nasty looking (and smelling) things called "pork skins" - which is basically deep fried pork skin. Disgusting, right? Well, Bruce loved them, and so did a few of the students. I much preferred the hushpuppies.

Bruce and I watched the movie The Informant tonight. Best line: "When polar bears hunt, they crouch down by a hole in the ice and wait for a seal to pop up. They keep one paw over their nose so that they blend in, because they've got those black noses. They'd blend in perfectly if not for the nose. So the question is, how do they know their noses are black? From looking at other polar bears? Do they see their reflections in the water and think, "I'd be invisible if not for that." That seems like a lot of thinking for a bear."  Ha ha. I sure do like polar bears.

Did you know you can make decent s'mores in the microwave? I actually think I might prefer them this way. And I really love how the marshmallows poof up when heated. Makes it easier for me to mush the chocolate down into the middle where it melts into the ooey-gooey goodness. I wonder if it would be bad for me to have another one...

It's almost time for bed, so I will forego the additional s'more. I am looking forward to my bed. I have this lavender pillow spray from Bath & Body Works. I sprayed it on my pillow last night, and I really do think it helped me sleep better! It's quite relaxing! Highly recommend it. I am looking forward to that, and to cuddling with Bruce. Those last few minutes when we're sort of talking, sort of falling asleep are precious to me. So peaceful... Night-night!

My Verse for the Senior Class of 2010

2010-04-30T11:10:00.001-04:00

So it is right that I should feel as I do about all of you, for you have a special place in my heart…. God knows how much I love you and long for you with the tender compassion of Christ Jesus. I pray that your love will overflow more and more, and that you will keep on growing in knowledge and understanding. For I want you to understand what really matters, so that you may live pure and blameless lives until the day of Christ’s return. May you always be filled with the fruit of your salvation—the righteous character produced in your life by Jesus Christ—for this will bring much glory and praise to God. ~Philippians 1:7a, 9-11

Remember Me

2010-04-29T11:13:00.007-04:00

The Associated Press reported recently:

"A funeral home in Puerto Rico that made international headlines two years ago is at it again.

Marin Funeral Home has embalmed the body of a young man and put the corpse atop a motorcycle in a hunched-over racing position. The body wears a black cap, black sunglasses and a long-sleeved black T-shirt.

Local television station WAPA says the unidentified 22-year-old shooting victim will be buried Wednesday.

Calls to the funeral home were not returned Tuesday.

Two years ago, the funeral home embalmed a 24-year-old man and kept the body standing upright for during a three-day wake."

While this creeps me out a little, it also makes me chuckle. This is how this poor man will be remembered, at least by the funeral home and by those who follow the Associated Press. What if he didn't even ride a motocycle while he was alive?

(I also wonder how they buried him….)

Bruce and I both decided long ago that, when we die, we would like to donate all usable organs to medicine/science and then cremate the rest. And rather than having a funeral, we want to have a party, a celebration with lots of food and music. Sure, we know folks will probably still cry, but we figure that with a nice plate of Sonny’s barbecue or triple chocolate layer cake, maybe those tears will be a little bit sweeter.

This article made me think about how I want to be remembered after I die. Sounds trite, I know, but it IS something for all of us to think about now, while we are still alive. Do I smile enough? Am I a positive influence on others? Do people know how much I love them? Do I tell them?

Do I spend enough time with God? How awkward would it be if He sees me at the pearly gates and says, “Oh yeah, I kinda know you…. Haven’t talked to you in a while.” Not that He would do that, but you get the idea.

How do you want to be remembered?

Give Me Strength

2010-04-26T16:23:00.005-04:00

Yesterday was College Sunday at church. Bruce preached (his first sermon as an official pastor, I might add) “A Call to Rebellion” which was amazing, and all of the graduating college seniors were recognized. We called each one to the front, said a little something about each one, and gave them a card signed by the 3 pastors and their wives and a little gift.

No big deal right?
You'd think so....

Unfortunately, I kept screaming
NO! DON’T GO!
DON’T YOU KNOW I NEED YOU?
I WILL MISS YOU TOO MUCH!!!

Of course, that was all in my head. Must present the calm, smiling pastor’s wife, the strong leader of college students, the woman who has it all together. Right? My heart was breaking. The tears fought to flow. Ugh – graduation. I know it’s a little silly maybe, and of course, self-serving, but I don’t want them to go. I feel like they are – gasp! –

MY BABIES!

These past 2 years have been glorious – full of fun times, great conversations, prayer requests, praises… Of course there’s been frustrations too, but seeing them rise and fall and rise again has only strengthened my attachment to these “kids.” And the way they love me back – it’s definitely SOMEthing! I feel so undeserving of it in ways, but oh-so-glad to have it too! It’s an incredible thing – having an impact on someone’s life, all while they are impacting yours. What a beautiful exchange of love. A gift from God, really.

Plans for after graduation are so varied – Some are undecided. Some will pursue further education. Some will get married. Some – thank you, Lord – will stay in High Point (Phew!). After what feels like such a long journey together, it’s hard to believe that this is really just the beginning for them. So much still for them to do. And I cannot wait to see what God has in store for them! Honest, I really am excited for them to graduate and begin this next chapter of their lives.

But must it be so soon?
God, give me strength....

Normally, I don’t like to talk about politics...

2010-04-23T09:53:00.008-04:00

Have you seen this on Facebook yet?

"DEAR LORD, THIS YEAR YOU TOOK MY FAVORITE ACTOR, PATRICK SWAYZE. YOU TOOK MY FAVORITE ACTRESS, FARAH FAWCETT. YOU TOOK MY FAVORITE SINGER, MICHAEL JACKSON. I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW, MY FAVORITE PRESIDENT IS BARACK OBAMA. AMEN."

Upon first glance, it looks pretty harmless, and even a bit humorous. I admit it - I chuckled. But in reality, the underlying message is anything but godly. It saddens me that religious groups lose sight of the fact that God controls EVERYTHING, including who holds positions in our government. And somehow we also forget that we are commanded to submit to our leaders or else be punished. Not really something I personally want to mess around with…

Romans 13:1-7 ~ Everyone must submit to governing authorities. For all authority comes from God, and those in positions of authority have been placed there by God. So anyone who rebels against authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and they will be punished. For the authorities do not strike fear in people who are doing right, but in those who are doing wrong. Would you like to live without fear of the authorities? Do what is right, and they will honor you. The authorities are God’s servants, sent for your good. But if you are doing wrong, of course you should be afraid, for they have the power to punish you. They are God’s servants, sent for the very purpose of punishing those who do what is wrong. So you must submit to them, not only to avoid punishment, but also to keep a clear conscience.

Of course, we definitely won’t always agree with what our leaders do or decide or with their lifestyle. Some of it actually repulses me. But the idea that our president, or whoever, is our leader because of something that was somehow outside the realm of God’s control repulses me more. And the notion that our leaders' hearts and minds are somehow outside the scope of God’s grace to change a person…

Well, let’s not even go there.

My God is big, all-powerful, and all-knowing, and all-forgiving.
And I am so, so glad about that.

Random Icebreaker

2010-04-22T09:51:00.002-04:00

If you could be the starring role in any movie already made, which movie would you choose?

Bruce's Ordination

2010-04-19T14:54:00.004-04:00

So I am now officially a “pastor’s wife.” Part of me feels like the idea of this is completely crazy, while the other part of me thinks it makes complete sense. I mean, God knew all along, right?

The weekend, Bruce and I both agree, is the second most special weekend of our lives, next to our wedding – they’re actually pretty equal in our minds. Mom and Dad arrived Friday for lunch. We just got caught up that afternoon – chatting. There was a church potluck meeting that night, so Bruce and I went to that, and his parents spent the evening shopping at Hamrick’s and hanging out at their hotel. Saturday, the 4 of us drove to the town of Mt. Airy, which is “Mayberry” for all of you Andy Griffith fans out there. We saw the Andy Griffith Museum, Floyd’s Barber Shop, and Snappy Lunch. We wanted to eat the famous pork chop sandwich at Snappy’s for lunch, but it was WAY too crowded – we ended up at a place called Aunt Bea’s Barbecue, though I suspect it was really NOT related to Aunt Bea from The Andy Griffith Show…

Jaime and Matt arrived late afternoon. Bruce took everyone on a stroll to see the blueberry bushes and the fishing hole (where the dogs went swimming), and then for a more adventurous hike through the briar patch to the creek at the bottom of our hill. By then, we were all ready for dinner, so we went to a new restaurant in town called DJ’s – delicious! Apple pie ala mode for dessert at home, followed by a few games of Scene It! - Seinfeld version.

I did not sleep much that night. Bruce did though. Ha ha!

Sunday, Bruce rose early to get ready for his weekly 8:00 meeting with Pastors Alan and Keith. He roused me early too, so I could make his hair “pretty.” In his new shirt, with his new haircut, he looked amazing!

The service was really cool:

Andy and the band learned a new song that Bruce requested– Marvelous Light (Click HERE to listen). And the other worship songs were great too!

One of the college students put together a video of photos of Bruce, and that was played. So sweet! It started with baby photos and went up to current photos.

Pastor Alan then spoke directly to Bruce, charging him with 4 responsibilities of being a pastor.

Pastor Keith then gave 3 charges, one to Bruce’s family, one to me, and one to the church.

Bruce and I were then called to the front of the church, and the church was asked to come and encircle/lay hands on us as Alan prayed a prayer of dedication over us. It was emotional and beautiful. Lots of tears and hugs afterwards.

Alan and Keith then presented Bruce with his official Certificate of Ordination – WOW!!!

Afterwards, we had an amazing lunch reception with all sorts of delicious dishes and desserts! Such a precious time of celebration with family and friends!

Bruce also got some gifts and a BUNCH of cards, which we enjoyed reading that afternoon once the family had left. Each note was so sweet and special - they will be cherished!
So now, this journey begins. :)

White Glove

2010-04-15T15:01:00.005-04:00

The in-laws are coming for the weekend, which means Bruce and I have been spending a good portion of each evening this week doing what we call “White Glove.” This is a term we picked up back in our PCC days which referred to the twice-a-year scrubbing of the dorms to which students were submitted in preparation for visitors College Days. It was usually a Friday Night, and all students were required to scour their dorm rooms from top to bottom (literally). The rooms were then inspected the next morning, and anything that was deemed “unsatisfactory” was then cleaned again, but only after demerits were dealt to the offender. Yes, you are right. This was an insane practice to an extent. I recall getting in trouble for not cleaning the soap scum from beneath the soap holder in the shower…. Nevertheless, we did it, and I guess our dorms were better off because of it.

Bruce and I just sort of shake our heads when we hear the term “white glove,” though that is sort of what we’ve been doing. Not that demerits will be given out, or that our in-laws will be inspecting our home. It’s just kind of like spring cleaning on steroids.

In the process, I have learned and observed a few things:

I will never, ever, ever have wood floors again. No matter how much I sweep or vacuum, there is ALWAYS dust and debris on the floor. It just cannot be contained!
For the amount of fur they shed, I am surprised my dogs are not bald – or at least thinner. And how does that fur get trapped in those random places where the dogs never go? Again, I defer to the carpet-only decree I made above.
Living in the woods = lots of bugs, though thankfully they are usually dead by the time I see them
My stretchy slipcover is a Godsend. I LOVE that I can pop it into the washing machine and dryer, and it comes out looking brand new!
I LOVE the way my Yankee Candle Water Lilies candle smells almost like fresh laundry.
Finally, I am super thankful that my husband willingly helps around the house. He too is a Godsend.

Tonight’s tasks include folding laundry, bathing the girls, scrubbing the bathroom, and cleaning windows. I think we’ll get it all done. Bruce and I both have the day off tomorrow as we await his parents’ arrival around lunchtime.

Maybe I will have time to relax with a cup of coffee in the morning…

Here Comes the Sun

2010-04-13T15:51:00.001-04:00

I was emailing with Nicki today – she’s my oldest friend (I’ve known her since 8th grade). She has been with me through a lot of crud, and she and her husband Jason kept me sane through many, many years. Plus, we have had a TON of fun together.

In my email to her, I was reflecting on all that drama I went through at home all those years. So often back then it felt like hell on Earth, like my heart would never heal, that I would be scarred for life. Sometimes I look back at it and wonder how in the world I survived without having a nervous breakdown. But as I told Nicki, I know now that I went through all of that so God could be glorified NOW. He is still using ALL of it to further His kingdom. I cannot tell you how often something from my past has helped me relate to one of these kids. It's amazing!

Sure I have scars – don’t we all? Sometimes I have the blues and get sucked into the “oh woe is me” mindset. That’s my nature as a human, after all. But finally, I am rising above the clouds and seeing the Son above them. And that is a beautiful thing.

Romans 8:28 - And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.

Whirlwind

2010-04-10T19:09:00.000-04:00

I am not quite sure where in the world this week went! Seems like it was just Easter Sunday, but here it is Saturday already and this is the first time all week I have sat at my blog. Disgrace!

As most of you know, Bruce and I are the college leaders of our church. So our lives basically revolve around the college calendar. We live in semesters, as one of the college peeps noted today. There are only a few weeks of classes left, adn then finals and then graduation. We will graduate 9 students to whom we have become very close. And while I am super proud of them, and excited to see where God takes them, it makes me oh so sad too. Sigh. OK, won't dwell on that too long... not yet anyway.

Bruce's parents are arriving this coming Friday to be with us for the weekend and to witness Bruce's ordination. We are very excited to see them! That was a nice bit of info we got early this week. We're trying to think of a few fun things to do while they are here, so if anyone has any suggestions, let us know.

I've begun trying my hand at needlefelting - so far, I've just been experimenting, but I think I am at the point where I might try to craft a brooch or maybe an ATC (artist trading card). If so, I will post some photos.

At work, a lot of my time is spent planning the Museum's Summer Solstice party, which is also the opening for the Andy Warhol: Big Shots polaroid exhibition. It's an enormous task, especially considering we are counting on 700 people, but one that I really want to do well. I feel like people there still aren't "sure" about me, or what I am capable of, and in a way, I want this party to go over well just so they can all relax. It's actually kinda fun too though...

We went to the zoo today with 6 college peeps. It was really an amazing time! The weather was perfect, and despite the crowds of children, we all really enjoyed ourselves. Of course, the polar bears, sea lions and puffins were my faves - I love anything arctic! The baboons were also quite entertaining, especially the babies! OH! And as we were all standing there trying to figure out why their butts were so red, we witnessed a little bit of "monkey lovin'" much to the "delight" of the parents in the crowd. Was it wrong to laugh? I just couldn't help myself. Tee hee!

Bruce and I are sitting in our "spots" (he on the couch, and me in the big chair), awaiting our evening guests to arrive with a pan of lasagna! I must admit that my "aging" body is so weary from the zoo today, that I am really, REALLY thankful that someone else is making dinner for me. But I am also excited to see my friends, and perhaps play a little Dutch Blitz. Good times.

Easter

2010-04-04T18:30:00.002-04:00

Church was amazing today! We had an Easter drama portraying 3 different people who witnessed Christ’s burial and resurrection and how they responded to it. The Roman solder made me cry a bit – I was overwhelmed when he spoke about the way blood-drenched Jesus looked at him with deep, unconditional love in his eyes.

Jesus looks at every single one of us with those eyes. Tough to believe, isn’t it?

Bruce also got an exciting text from Pastor Keith this afternoon. Pastors Alan and Keith discussed it after church, and Bruce will be ordained as a pastor on April 18th! Two weeks from today! He hasn’t said much about it – he is really not feeling well still – but I know he is excited. I am too!

Arrivederci!

2010-04-01T15:58:00.003-04:00

Today is a special day. April 1st. April Fools Day. 91st day of the year. What's so special about that? Nothing really. Except that today is the day that a very good friend of mine begins an exciting chapter in her life. My previous boss Gerry has now retired and is flying to Italy to live for the next 3 months! While I will miss her terribly, I am super excited for her as she starts this adventure! I am also jealous - and who wouldn't be? She will be living in ITALY - with the bread and the pasta and the flowers and the wine! But more than that, I am jealous that she is at that point in her life when she is able to "do whatever she wants."

But I am also inspired. I LOVE that she still has enough gumption to actually do something like this. I love that she recognizes that she's not finished with her adventures and is doing something about it. It's like she's "carpe diem" incarnate. So awesome! I want to be that. I want to live my life like the exciting journey it is! I want to take that road less travelled! I want to stop and smell the roses! I want to look at problems like they are my friends! And I want to inspire others, the way Gerry has inspired me... Ciao, Gerry!

Gimme Back My Cadbury Eggs

2010-03-31T19:33:00.002-04:00

Is there anything better than Easter candy? I must confess I have a serious relationship with Cadbury cream eggs - you know, those chocolate eggs filled the creamy fondant that looks like the inside of an egg? Oh how I adore them! For those of you who have been keeping track, I actually blew my Lent rule of no sweets because of those delicious Cadbury eggs. The other night, I arrived at home to find that one of my dogs had eaten my last egg, and I swear I pouted about it the rest of the evening. Sigh.... I know. I have a serious problem.

It is interesting to me how some of us wait all year for certain Easter treats. My friend Amelia waits all year for the SweetTart jellybeans. And my friends Jocelyn and Sam love Peeps - especially if they are stale. I am appalled at the thought of this, but who am I to poo-poo someone's candy addiction? In honor of those crazy Easter candy love affairs, here are some interesting recipes I came across today (Sorry, Amelia, I couldn't find one for jelly beans...).

Shelly from Cookies and Cups featured a post about making homemade peeps, so of course I had to share it with all of you!

Sue from Country Pleasures featured a post about homemade Cadbury eggs - I am intrigued!!! Especially considering that my eggs will soon disappear! Gasp! Cadbury Eggs all year long?

Enjoy everybody!! Hmmm... now to figure out how to make candy corn...

Daffodils

2010-03-30T10:06:00.002-04:00

We live in the woods, mostly in the shade, and that makes flower gardening tough. There is also so much wildlife, that any plants that do happen to adjust to the climate are usually eaten or dug up. So, I pretty much don’t bother. But oddly, there are a bunch of daffodils that pop up each year – and they grow in the most random places – in the middle of the yard, in the forest, even in the driveway. They seem to pop up almost everywhere other than the flower beds. Ha ha! There is an exceptionally pretty patch of them right at the edge of the driveway, coming up through a pile of dead leaves and debris we dumped there. Every time I look at it, it strikes me how something so beautiful and alive can spring up from something so ugly and dead.

Reminds me of Ecclesiastes 3:11 - Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God's work from beginning to end. As Pastor Alan would say, "Good word."

It also reminds me of this little ditty I used to sing in Sunday school: In His time, in His time, He makes all things beautiful in His time. Lord, please show me every day, As You’re teaching me Your way, That You do just what You say In Your time.

Hmmm... I need to be more mindful of that. God makes all things beautiful.... God does just what He says.... God's got it under control.... What a comforting thought! Yeah, I definitely need to be more mindful of that!

Time Flies

2010-03-29T12:06:00.000-04:00

I’m not quite sure where March went… Seems like we were just celebrating Valentines’ Day yesterday, but the calendar tells me that April is only 3 days away. I can’t believe how fast time flies sometimes!

I got a few more photos from my sister-in-law Ronnie’s baby shower (Remember the one for which I made the peony brooches?). My sister Lynn is so good at taking photos and sharing them. In a way, it's sort of her way of blogging.

Here’s Mer’s dining room table, set up in all sorts of gorgeousness – see the brooches on the napkins?

Here’s a photo of the mom-to-be, Ronnie. She looks so happy! That’s one thing I always think of when I think of her – she smiles a LOT! What a beautiful person! I know she and Jim will be great parents.

Here’s two of my older sisters and my niece (Left to Right, Britt, Merry, and Lynn). I miss them!

And here’s a photo of just Britt. Isn’t she beautiful?? I remember getting the phone call from Texas saying that Mer had just given birth to her! And now she's in med school!

There goes that time flying by again!

Palm Sunday

2010-03-28T18:30:00.000-04:00

Today was Palm Sunday. Church was great! Awesome music. Plenty of people. Communion. We even had the chairs set up "in the round" all facing inward to the table where communion was set up - sort of a remembrance-centered service. My favorite thing though was that they gave each person a nail with a little purple ribbon tied on it. We are supposed to take it with us each day this week, to help us remember the sacrifice Christ made on our behalf. We're also supposed to bring it back with us next Sunday - not sure why yet though. :)

Sweet Friendship!

2010-03-24T16:03:00.002-04:00

I heard from my dear friend Emma today – we go way back to the college days. She lived across the hall from me my freshman year, in good old Griffith Tower. Oh my! Such a long time ago! She and her husband Steve live in Orlando, so the 4 of us hung out a lot while we lived there. Oh the fun we had! And the trouble we caused!
Or dreamed of causing…

Emma and Steve are probably some of the strangest people I know – and that makes them really similar to me and Bruce! So it’s no wonder we got along so famously. It’s not just anyone who would eat pie for dinner with you. Or sit through Soul Plane with you. Or ask how you would dispose of a body. Ahhh yes…precious friends!

Emma was my closest friend when I was really not a nice person – when God was the farthest thing from my mind – and she loved me in spite of it. And she still loves me. She wrote me today to tell me that she is overjoyed at how happy Bruce and I are now, and that she can “see” a big difference in us. And her opinion means a lot to me. Emma is the kind of friend that, even though I rarely chat with her on the phone anymore, and we rarely see each other, I know that she is a part of me and always will be. And I love that.

Philippians 1:3

BTW Check out Steve’s book here! He’s gonna be famous!

Showers and Birthdays

2010-03-23T13:00:00.003-04:00

My sister-in-law Ronnie is expecting her first baby, and I made some cute peony brooches as favors for the baby shower. Above and below are some photos of the brooches attached to the napkins. Aren't they adorable? You can make your own - I used this tutorial by Yoonie at Home: Tutorial

This weekend was amazing: Saturday, Scarlett, Kelly and I drive to Durham to check out this amazing little shop called The Scrap Exchange. In a nutshell, it's a bunch of "scraps" that you can buy to make art with! I bought some pieces of vinyl, some bottle caps, some puzzle pieces and some empty spools. I will post pics once I figure out what to make!

Sunday was Come and See at my church, The Journey. It was sort of a "bring a friend" service - we had 298 folks there! Everything was done in excellence, and folks had a good time. I participated in a cardboard testimony - the jist was each person had a piece of cardboard. On the front was written one of their sins, and on the back was written how Christ had made a difference. Mine dealt with bitterness. It was awesome to be a part of the skit, but I was really glad I didn't have to say anything. ha ha!

Sunday was also a very important day - Bruce's birthday. 20 of us went to Chili's for lunch after church to celebrate. Happy birthday, babe!

Happy Friday!

2010-03-18T15:59:00.001-04:00

It's my Friday! And it's been a great week!

The college peeps are all back in town, so we had small group Monday. So good to get caught with them! And we have our second small group tonight - Good times! Bruce is teaching from Philippians 3:12-21, which is quite applicable to them as they now face the back half of the semester - and for many, graduation. We also did a little something special, but I'll tell you about that tomorrow...

Tuesday we went to a Lacrosse game with Glenn and Julia - always fun hanging with the Records! And then Scarlett came over to watch LOST. It was really good to get my "Scarlett fix." She graduates in May, but she is staying here in High Point! I am so, so happy!

Last night, Bruce and I visited with Pastor Keith and Leslie for a bit. While the guys talked about carpet and vinyl (blecch!), Leslie and I talked about the upcoming Women's Retreat. She had me take a friendship test, which told me that I am a "hostess-therapist" type of friend. I think I'm happy about that. We all also discussed the upcoming Come and See Service at church this Sunday - all kinds of fun things going on for that! I even got a fun project out of it! And also for Palm Sunday! Whoo hoo! OH! And Leslie was amazing and bought a bunch of baby stuff for my sister-in-law and a bunch of amazing FIBERS for me to do my art with! And she also gave me a cute flowerpot full of goodies since I am not going on the Retreat (I know - I am lame)!! But wow - such awesome people!

I also pulled out my recipes and found one from my friend Stacy for Baked Oatmeal. It is DELISH! I made a dish, and have been enjoying it for "brunch" every day this week. Here's the recipe:

BAKED OATMEAL

3 cups blueberries tossed in 1 1/2 Tbsp lemon juice
18oz container regular oats
1 cup packed brown sugar
1/4 cups white sugar
2 Tbsp cinnamon
4 tsp baking powder
1 1/2 tsp salt
3 lg eggs
1 cup unsweetened applesauce
1 1/4 cups water
1 cup milk
1/4 cup melted butter

Lightly grease the bottom of a 9x13 casserole dish. Sprinkle the berries in the bottom of the dish.
Combine all dry ingredients in a bowl, and combine all wet ingredients in a different bowl.
Combine dry and wet ingredients, and pour on top of blueberries.
Bake at 350 degrees covered for 30 minutes and then uncovered for 20 minutes.

NOTES: I have used raspberries, blackberries, strawberries and chopped apples and pecans. All are amazing, though the apple is probably my fave.

Hope you all have been having a great week too!

Stop Pinching Me!

2010-03-17T10:07:00.002-04:00

I did not wear green today. I do not plan to go to any parades. I do want to eat corned beef and cabbage or drink green beer. It would be nice to find a leprechaun, but I don’t think that’s likely. I guess that makes me a horrible person, or at least a very bad Irishman. (See, even though I was adopted into a Norwegian family, my true heritage is Hungarian, Irish and English).

But I was curious about St. Patrick’s Day, so I did a little poking around on the internet and found the following compilation of tidbits:

St. Patrick’s Day is observed on March 17 because that is the feast day of St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland. St. Patrick was born in 385 AD somewhere along the west coast of Britain, possibly in the Welsh town of Banwen. At age 16, he was captured and sold into slavery to a sheep farmer. He escaped when he was 22 and spent the next 12 years in a monastery. In his 30s he returned to Ireland as a Christian missionary. It is believed that he died on March 17 in 461 AD and is buried at Downpatrick.
Legend has it that St. Patrick used the native shamrock as a symbol of the holy trinity when preaching. Other legend says that each leaf of the clover means something: the first is for hope, the second for faith, the third for love and the fourth for luck. According to the Guinness Book of World Records, the highest number of leaves found on a clover is 14! One estimate suggests that there are about 10 000 regular three-leaf clovers for every lucky four-leaf clover.
St. Patrick's celebrations were originally religious festivals; up until the 1970s Irish law mandated that pubs be closed on St. Patrick's Day. In 1995 the Irish government used St. Patrick's day to drive tourism to Ireland. (Oh how times have changed!)
St Patrick was said to have proclaimed that everyone should have a drop of the "hard stuff" on his feast day after chastising an innkeeper who served a short measure of whiskey. In the custom known as "drowning the shamrock", the shamrock that has been worn on a lapel or hat is put in the last drink of the evening.
It has long been recounted that, during his mission in Ireland, St. Patrick once stood on a hilltop (which is now called Croagh Patrick), and with only a wooden staff by his side, banished all the snakes from Ireland. In fact, the island nation was never home to any snakes. The "banishing of the snakes" was really a metaphor for the eradication of pagan ideology from Ireland and the triumph of Christianity. Within 200 years of Patrick's arrival, Ireland was completely Christianized.
The actual color of St. Patrick is blue. Green became associated with St. Patrick's Day during the 19th century. Green, in Irish legends, was worn by fairies and immortals, and also by people to encourage their crops to grow.
Belief in leprechauns probably stems from Celtic belief in fairies, tiny men and women who could use their magical powers to serve good or evil. In Celtic folktales, leprechauns were cranky souls, responsible for mending the shoes of the other fairies. Though only minor figures in Celtic folklore, leprechauns were known for their trickery, which they often used to protect their much-fabled treasure. The story is that if you catch one you can make him tell you where he hides his gold.

Pretty interesting, eh?

Go n-ithe an cat thú is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat!
(May the cat eat you, and the devil eat the cat.)

Don't Feed the Bears

2010-03-12T13:41:00.001-05:00

I am having one of those days. And I am oh-so-tempted to not blog about it, and yet that wouldn’t be very transparent or honest of me, right? To make you all think that my life is hunky-dory? Nay. Besides, you all know better.

Well, I had it out with one of the girls who report to me at work. And I feel like crap about it, kinda ticked off, wondering why I took this job, wondering why I STAY at this job… Pastor Keith says, “Don’t feed the bears,” meaning don’t let yourself get caught up in the drama of those who try to suck you in. I guess I lost my picnic basket this morning…

But like He always does, God has reminded me that He is here for me – through others. I have heard from Sam and from Lizzie (who is going to get me Dutch Blitz while she is home in Ohio! AMAZING!). I have heard from my sister Merry. And dear Leslie just checked in on me too. It is good to be loved, and to be reminded that I am loved, especially on these types of days. When I feel like the bears…are eating me.

Romans 8