Random Musings

Cliques, Hicks, and Ugly Sticks

2012-01-18T21:48:00.003-05:00

This book is quintessential cute. As we read we are introduced to life as April Grace sees and lives it. There is nothing super deep or life changing, but it is real. There is a story line, but it isn't a complex plot, as such, but more of a "day in the life of" (or months in . . ) type story. April Grace is completely likable because she is innocent and naive enough to be a little sister type, and hasn't quite become with the teenage angst that seems to pervade so many young adult novels.

Overall, I enjoyed it immensely. I found it a fun and easy read, and I'm sure younger teens, or tweens, would also enjoy it. As I read it, the main character and story style reminded me of the Junie B. Jones series that younger children seem to enjoy.

If you are looking for deep philosophical truths, or life changing revelations for you or a younger reader, this book probably isn't it. However, if you are looking for a fun, easy read, and a chuckle, definitely give this a try.

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze®.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

It Could Have Been Me

2012-01-10T10:26:00.002-05:00

Life, In Spite of Me
by Kristen Jane Anderson

This is the story of a young girl, hopeless and despondent, unsure of the future, and carrying a load of grief and anxiety that decides on a cold and chilly night to end it all. She survives the suicide attempt, and this story is the story of her struggle to come to grips with what happened, and what God had in plan for her.

Through this book, we have a clear glimpse of what it is like to be depressed to the point of wanting to end it all. We can have a better understanding of what the teenagers of today may be thinking and really feeling behind their responses of, "whatever." and how to get to them before it is too late.

This book, to me, was especially poignant, because it could have been me when I was 21. Also similar was the struggle to overcome depression and learn to lean on God rather than myself, and a struggle it was.

I would recommend this book to anyone who has a teenager or works with teenagers. Also, I would recommend it for anyone that has never suffered from depression, but perhaps is close to someone who is. Until you have been in that vast ocean with a tiny boat and a single oar, it is almost incomprehensible to know how far away hope seems.

An easy read with a great message.

I received this book for free from WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing Group for this review.

The Seraph Seal

2012-01-09T10:15:00.002-05:00

An apocalyptic story that reminds me strongly of the DaVinci Code book and movie. The book begins in the present with the "doomsday" date of December 21, 2012 then jumps 30 some odd years to the future. From there the reader is introduced to a barrage of characters and events that try to develop and build to the end.

I often felt, as I was reading, that the authors were contriving the story to meet a certain event, rather than letting the plot develop on its own. In other words, they knew the ending and had to write backwards to get it all to fit. As a result, it "fits" but it is jumpy in places and leaves the reader going, "Where did THAT come from?" Also, some of the events that were obviously "supernatural" left me wanting at least *some* explanation. There were times when the symbolism seemed obvious enough to be foreshadowing, but was "non sequitur" enough to make it just seem downright odd.

Overall, it is well written (the dialogue is natural, the breaks in paragraphs are logical, etc.), but it just seemed that the authors were trying too hard to make it feel like non-fiction instead of writing a good fiction story. I suspect a great many people will like this book, especially those that like to focus on the end of times, but for me, I just couldn't get into it and was glad to move on to another book.

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze®.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

I Didn't Want to Like it, but. . .

2012-01-09T09:42:00.003-05:00

Restless in Carolina
by Tamara Leigh

When I got this book, I thought it might or might not be interesting, because I figured it would be "fluffy."

Well, it *was* fluffy, but it was a very enjoyable fluffy, and an easy read.

Admittedly, reading about the characters going to Asheville, and naming landmarks in and around the town (like Mellow Mushroom -- YUM) was fun for me because they were all "local" and it made it a little easier to "see" what was going on in the story.

Everyone loves a happy ending, and this was no exception. The author did manage to throw in a couple of surprises, and that was nice, but all of the characters were likeable and it was a fun read.

Overall, it is a pleasant book, but not very deep. If you are looking for quick, vacation reading this will be an excellent choice. Likewise, if your reading time is made up of short intervals, scattered around your day, this book is good because it is easy to pick back up on the action and keep going.

I would give it 4 out of 5 stars because it was enjoyable, but not very deep.

(I received this book for free from WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing Group for this review)

Thanksgiving -- Day 24

2011-11-24T23:45:00.002-05:00

Today, I'm thankful for family and extended family and the relationships within both. One meal, many beliefs, yet we get along and have a good time. (The football game with the nieces and nephews has caused a little, well, a lot of soreness, but oh, the fun.)

Thanksgiving -- Day 23

2011-11-24T23:44:00.000-05:00

I am thankful that the cliche is true -- When God allows a door to shut, He opens a window.

Thanksgiving -- 22

2011-11-22T21:10:00.002-05:00

Today, I am thankful for all the people of "my past." The youth leaders, the Sunday School teachers, the coaches, the teachers. All of those that believed in me and gave me the confidence to be me and strive for the highest. I had a tremendous support network, and as I consider re-entering public education, I pray I will also be that support to some student who needs it.

Thanksgiving -- Day 21

2011-11-21T21:46:00.002-05:00

I am thankful for social networking sites like facebook. I know that sound cheesy, and flies in the face of all who say face to face friendships are "better," but let me explain.

I am basically a very shy person, and am very uncomfortable talking to someone just for the sake of talking Silence does not bother me in the least; I rather enjoy it (to the point that many times I have "an air" of being snobby or snooty, but that's really not the case).

Through the Internet, I have been able to deal with people as I am able. It gives me time to think about a response and then respond.

I have been able to re-establish old friendships and keep up with them, even if just peripherally.

I have been able to get to know other "real world" people better so that meeting them and talking to them isn't so big and scary to me.

AND, I have a whole group of friends that I have never met, and really aren't more than a few pixels on a monitor, but yet, they are real in their own way.

And in these ways, my life has been enhanced and bettered.

Thanksgiving -- Day 20

2011-11-20T21:49:00.001-05:00

I am thankful for a future with potential. I don't know what the future holds, but I do know WHO holds the future for me.

Thanksgiving -- Day 19

2011-11-20T21:45:00.001-05:00

I am thankful that God will never leave me nor forsake me. Ever. For any reason, or at any time.

Thanksgiving -- day 18

2011-11-18T21:00:00.003-05:00

Today I am thankful for doctors. My family has been blessed with some very good ones -- doctors who take the time when we need it and actually listen to us - or at the very least listen to my "mother's intuition."

In the 14+ years Bernard and I have been married, there was only one doctor (a heart surgeon) that was snarky, snide, and snotty, but he was good (probably saved my husband's life or at least extended it a few years) and we only had to deal with him once, so it was tolerable. :P

Thanksgiving -- Day 17

2011-11-18T20:43:00.003-05:00

Today, I am thankful for music.

I have always loved music, and though I'm not all that great, I guess by virtue of being a music major in college I know a bit more than the average Joe. But it is not the academic side of music that appeals to me. While there was one point in my life where I could spout off music "facts" about just about anything, nowdays, I have to think about it before I give an answer.

But, the one thing that still sticks with me is the emotion behind it. It sets the tone; it heals the soul. Without words, it speaks to our hearts.

Bach gave us God's word,
Beethoven gave us God's fire,
Mozart gave us God's laughter.
God gave us music that we might pray without words.

Thankfulness -- Day 16

2011-11-16T22:43:00.002-05:00

Today, I am thankful for the little people in my life. Not just my two kiddos (definitely those, but not *just* those), but others that I get to be around.

Last Spring, I coached some of the absolutely cutest kids on the face of the Earth in peewee baseball. I don't know how much about the sport they learned, but we had a good time.

Now, I am helping coach the Princess's basketball team. THAT is a hoot. 14 girls -- 6, 7, and 8 years old (10 of them have never been on a basketball team before) and it is just so much fun to be around them. I have a feeling that when the season ends in February, I'm going to have 14 favorite little girls.

Thankfulness -- Day 15

2011-11-15T22:10:00.002-05:00

Today I am thankful for my coworkers. We are a motley bunch - different beliefs, philosophies and life-styles, but generally, a good bunch. My supervisors have always been supportive of me and my peers treat me with respect. I am truly greatful that I have a positive work environment.

Thankfulness -- Day 14

2011-11-14T21:40:00.002-05:00

Today I am thankful that God is the Great Physician. After receiving news that someone near and dear to my little boy is going to "be okay," I am rejoicing and thanking Him. :)

Thankfulness -- Day 13

2011-11-14T09:40:00.003-05:00

In January, 2000, I had the privilege to travel with a group to Moscow. While on the trip, we visited hospitals, schools, and orphanages/boarding schools. I remember well standing in the lobby of one of the hospitals talking to the patients on the geriatric ward. As the group leader got to discussing Christ and his love, a couple of men left and some of the women looked absolutely terrified while looking up and down the hall.

Unsure what was happening, we stopped and just asked if everything was okay. One lady explained that they grew up under communism, and the way were talking could have gotten all of us arrested.

Though they were no longer communist, they still couldn't believe they were free.

So, for day 13, I am thankful that I am free to worship, and beyond that, I am FREE in Christ.

Thankfulness - Day 12

2011-11-13T09:30:00.001-05:00

Today, I am thankful for God's provision. He is never late; He is never early, and He always gives me exactly what I need.

Thankfulness -- Day 11

2011-11-11T11:09:00.002-05:00

Today is a day we set aside to remember those who have given of their time, and even life, to protect our country.

If I started making a list, I am afraid I would miss someone, because there are many young men and women that I want to say "Thank you" to.

However, there are a few that stick in my mind today.

Papaw Shuford -- WWII veteran.
My FIL, Randall Shuford - Vietnam

Thanks you, gentlemen, not only for your service, but for the heritage you have established for my children.

And one that is near and dear to my heart -- my former student Stephen Hall who is currently deployed.

But, then, my mind goes back over the years, and I remember standing in the cemetery trumpet in hand, waiting for the salute. Some of the families I knew well -- the father of a college friend; the grandfather of a lifelong friend, but others were complete strangers -- the 19 year old that died for his country in active duty. But one thing united them all -- the pain on their face of losing their loved one, for the briefest of moments when the flag was handed to them, evaporated and became something else -- they were comforted with the knowledge and pride that their loved one had done something that mattered.

So today, I say, "Thank you!" However you served, wherever you served, THANK YOU!

Thankfulness - Day 10

2011-11-10T23:05:00.002-05:00

Today's thankfulness is short and sweet. I am thankful that my kids have clothes. Lots of clothes. So many that even when we bag up several bags full to sell or give away, they are not lacking and do not miss anything.

Furthermore, we are blessed in that we have bought very little for our children. My mom works at a larger clothing department store and gets phenomenal discounts which she uses to buy their clothes for Christmas and birthdays.

So, not only do they have clothes, they have nice clothes, cheap. :)

Thankfulness -- Day 9

2011-11-09T22:16:00.002-05:00

Today, I am thankful that I enjoy reading and writing. There are times when life simply gets to be so "much" that to sit down and put it on paper (or on a screen as is more often the case nowdays) is almost cathartic.

Even moreso, I am thankful that at least one of my kids LOVES to read (the other one will get there. eventually. maybe). One is a natural story teller, so when she figures out the whole writing thing, I think she may enjoy that, and be good at it.

Thankfulness - Day 8

2011-11-08T21:39:00.002-05:00

Today is difficult. Not because I don't have things to be thankful for, I have many, but because my heart is heavy.

Trav's teacher is facing a fairly significant surgery and will be out for several weeks. In addition to my concern about her and her family, there is also the pain of watching my little boy's anxiety of worrying about his beloved teacher and wondering how he will get along with the substitute.

On top of that, I am making some fairly weighty decisions concerning my "career" and Kristi's education.

On top of that, I am dealing with some disappointments in things not working the way I want and the feeling of rejection that comes with it.

I think, then, for these things I will be thankful.

For when I am carrying a heavy load, there is Someone beside me who will carry me.

When I am anxious, He will hold me and remind me that it is going to be alright.

When I am worried about the future, He reminds me that He is *holding* the future.

So, today, I am thankful that "HE IS!"

Thankfulness - Day 7

2011-11-07T21:27:00.003-05:00

Today, I am thankful I am a parent. Not only because I love my kids dearly, but because they have taught me so much about the Heavenly Father and His love for me.

When I looked at and held Travis for the first time, I was overwhelmed at how much I loved him, and how suddenly he had a grip on my heart.

Three years later, when I looked at Kristiana the first time, I had that same feeling and was in awe at how I really could love two as much as I loved one.

And to think, God feels the same way about me. . . .

As my children grew and developed, my sense of pride in their accomplishments was unparalleled. I rejoiced in each new step, and at the same time enjoyed encouraging them to do the best they could be.

And to think, God feels the same way about me. . .

There are times when I watch them sleep at night, peaceful and still, and I think of their future and what I hope and dream for them, and my heart fills once again with the love and thankfulness that they are in my life.

And to think, God feels the same way about me. . .

There are those moments (that are becoming more rare as my kids become older) when they come and climb up in my lap and say, "I love you Mama; you are the best in the world," that make me all warm and fuzzy inside and at those moments, I know I would do absolutely ANYTHING to make my children's worlds right.

And to think, God feels the same way about me. . .

When something happens that is out of their control and they are upset or sad, I feel upset and sad. I want to take them in my arms and make them feel okay again. If someone hurts them, I feel that hurt. If something makes them mad, I get mad. When they are disappointed or let down, I feel disappointed or let down. I, literally it seems, feel their pain.

And to think, God feels the same way about me. . .

Then there are those times when the kids know my last button and are jumping up and down on it pushing me past *that* point. I put aside my "mother" face and in its place grows frenzied hair, red eyes, smoky ears, jagged teeth and I lose each and every one of the fruits of the spirit that just moments before I may have possessed. I don't want to deal with them patiently, or in love, or with humility or meekness, I just want to explode on them and open a can.

And to think, that is NOT how God feels about me. . .

And therein, I am thankful for my kids, and even when we have days like today, they can show me the Heavenly Father's love for me.

Thankfulness - Day 6

2011-11-06T18:33:00.002-05:00

Today, I am thankful for employment and choices and choices IN employment. Each week, it seems that I have at least one lady or gentleman who is late 40s, early 50s, just laid off from a job they have worked for over 20 years, and they are having to get their GED just to find a job.

I can choose to work or not, part-time or full-time, teach or assist. The choices (and subsequent changes) are daunting, but I am thankful I have that choice.

Thankfulness - Day 5

2011-11-05T22:43:00.004-04:00

Today, I am thankful for my grandmothers and the Godly heritage they gave me.

Lela Kilby Mull "Mom" was a prayer warrior and fantastic cook.

Mattie Lucille Valentine "Mimaw" was a dear woman to me. Also a good cook (I wonder if my current physical shape was as impressed by them as my spiritual?), I remember her being there for me when life knocked me down.

Neither grandmother was financially well off, so they didn't give me money, or leave me an estate.

But, what they did give me was longer lasting and far more valuable. From them, I learned to call upon the Lord, to love unconditionally, and to trust in the Lord.

For that, I am thankful.

(The picture above is my grandmother Mattie Valentine, taken around July, 1970. I am sitting on the right and my cousin Danette is sitting on the left. Standing (l to r) is my sister Kelly,my cousin Scotty, my cousin David, my brother Kevin, my cousin Dale and my cousin Shannon).

Thankfulness - Day 4

2011-11-04T22:27:00.003-04:00

Today, I am thankful to live where I live. I currently reside about 14 miles from the house I grew up in. I have only had two addresses in my entire life. I guess for some, that would be boring, and perhaps it is, but I prefer to see it as stable. :P

It is a small, rural town and while we don't have some of the "experiences" that bigger cities can offer, the peace and tranquility that exists is a fair trade, I think.

Even though I went to Tuscola (one side of the county) and now live on the Pisgah side, I usually see someone I know whenever I am out in town. At the Bethel Mall (aka Dollar General), I have yet to go in and NOT see someone I know.

To me, it is comforting to know that there will be a familiar, and usually friendly, face just around the corner. I like knowing my kids' friends' parents and even grandparents. I like that my kids go to school with several of their cousins. I like that when my son or daughter is invited to a birthday party, it is okay if the other one tags along (kristi knows Trav's friends as well as he does, I think).

Good or bad, I like that our family has a "history" here.

Thankfulness -- Day 3

2011-11-03T21:47:00.002-04:00

Wow. I started several times today to write this post, and kept putting off. Now, I've made it extra challenging because, to be honest, I'm a bit mad about a situation, and hurt and bewildered. However, it just reminds me that God does not deserve our praise and thanksgiving just when we are all warm and fuzzy inside.

I'm also reminded that for the past two weeks, I have been teaching my Sunday School class about Romans 8:28. Now, I'm having a chance to apply it, painful as it may be.

I am thankful that all things will work for good, even when I can't see the good. I'm thankful that my Lord, and Savior, has a plan, He knows the plan, and that plan is good for me. These bumps in the road are simply reminders to trust Him and what his plan is for me.

I'm also reminded that in the big picture, the bumps are small. Mere blips even. I'm upset and frustrated over a trivial matter that in a few years (months, weeks, or even days) will be irrelevant, while people I know are living their final days on Earth in pain, struggling with a recent cancer diagnosis, worrying over a wayward child, wondering how they are going to feed their family, or have just found out they will no longer have a job in 2 weeks.

God knows what I need, when I need it, even if it is not what I think I need.

Being thankful is humbling.

Thankfulness -- Day 2

2011-11-02T08:19:00.003-04:00

Sometimes, it is the difficult moments in life that bring us to our knees and help us to realize what we've got, and what we've not.

Before 1999, I loved my family. After 1999, I realized that I probably wouldn't make it without them.

When my dad had a massive heart attack and ended up in a semi-comatose/chronic vegetative state, Mom wanted to bring him home and take care of him instead of letting him go to a nursing home.

In the next 2 and a half years, we had to make the conscious decision to get along and work together. I learned that when you *decide* to do that, doing it becomes a lot easier.

So, today, I am thankful for my brothers and sisters.

Kevin -- My big brother. Admittedly, there were times in my life where I could only wonder "what ARE you doing?" but as far back as I can remember, he was always the best big brother ever. Well, except for when he did those airplane spins, and flipped his eyelids inside out and chased me through the house. After Daddy got sick, he kinda became the head of our family. To this day, he is the one that will listen to gripe, complain, scream and complain, then look at me and say, "It's okay. It will all work out, now calm down." He's probably the ONLY person that can tell me to calm down without getting his head knocked off.

Jenny -- Not my sister by birth, but the absolutely coolest sister-in-law anyone could ever want. Jenny brings an element of sweetness and kindness into our family that none of us have.

Kelly -- My big sister. Growing up, my tormentor and guardian all rolled into one. She picked on me, ignored me, and forbid me to go into her room, but let someone else say something to me, and she was all over them. As adults, we aggravate her about being a control freak, but if you EVER want to see a nice spread, go to her house for dinner sometime. I wish I could be half the hostess she is. Kelly always comes through when you need her to.

Stevie -- Not my brother, but he's been around since I was young, so he's just kinda always been there. He doesn't say much, and he has many hidden talents. He can build about anything for you no matter how odd, and he will do it without grumbling or complaining. Like Jenny, not really my brother, but he is my brother.

Kasey -- the baby of the family and the target of more jokes and pranks than I can even begin to remember. She probably should have a post of her own. Actually, I could probably do a whole blog on "Things we've done to Kasey" and not run out of material for a long time. She is the emotion of the family, and the one that will make sure we are all getting along, even if it means uniting us by laughing at her. I read something the other day about best friends, and when I think of my best friends, I always include Kasey because despite our age difference, she really is one of my best friends.

Martin -- The newest addition to our family. So much like my husband, it is frightening sometimes, but that is okay. I'm thankful for Martin because he grounded my little sister and helped her to grow up. Heck, any man that can marry Kasey is bound to have resolve, patience, and character that runs deep. :P Like Jenny and Stevie, not my brother by birth, but my brother none the less.

November Thankfulness -- 1

2011-11-01T10:24:00.004-04:00

I see several of my friends on facebook posting one thing each day they are thankful for. I thought that was a splendid idea, and decided to play along.

Only one teeny tiny problem.

I could not come up with ONE thing I was thankful for for the day.

I would thank of one, then another, then another, then another. Within minutes, I had a fairly long list of things. It was kinda like taking a kid in a toy or candy store and offering to buy them ANYTHING they wanted, but only one thing. If you've never done this, try it. I would wager MOST kids will take FOREVER choosing because they will keep changing their mind.

So, I am not limiting myself to one a day. I do, however, want to post everyday with what I am thankful for THAT day. And why.

* I am thankful that my son got the teacher he did for his first year of "real" school. She truly loves the children, is a woman of God, and has been a blessing to him (and me) during this HUGE transition.

* My health and my families' health. My kids are healthy. We battle the occasional tummy ache or snuffy nose, but that is it. My husband is still alive and kicking. Based on what we learned in 2007 about his heart defect, this is a miracle. The "problems" I may have are NOTHING compared to what some of my friends are going through.

*I have a house that keeps me warm, cool, and dry. And it is a nice house.

* God is in control of what is going on, and I don't have to worry about the future.

Plain Wisdom

2011-07-01T12:14:00.002-04:00

Honestly, I wasn't sure what to expect upon reading this book. Other descriptions/reviews inferred that it was a book of short stories, but I think vignettes would be a better term as they weren't exactly "stories" but just snippets of the authors' lives.

Sometimes I felt that one author said, "Hey, this happened to me one time. Did it ever happen to you?" The second one said, "Yea, it did. Great, let's write about it and put it together in a chapter."

And so on.

And so on.

And so on.

Now, that is not necessarily a bad thing, but it did get a little tedious and felt more "back and forth" than progressive. I kept wanting it to tie together in a "big picture" kind of way, and it kept disappointing me.

What it DOES do well, though, is give an interesting insight into how a typical Amish woman might react/feel in a given situation, and it does show that despite tremendous philosophical/religious differences between the Amish and non-Amish, there are many things that are very similar, if not exactly the same.

Overall, it is not a bad book, though I can't bring myself to pick it up to read again and again. I imagine some will really like it, though.

(I received this book for free from WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing Group for this review)

The Band That Played On. . .

2011-07-01T11:32:00.003-04:00

I am fascinated with the story of the Titanic, and I am a musician (or former one) so I thought this book would be a neat twist. Also, very little is written on this topic, so I was looking forward to learning some new information.

I did learn, within just a few pages, that I had never heard much about this aspect of the Titanic because not much is written. In that respect, the author is to be commending on his obvious extensive, and time consuming, research. I was left with the impression that he had to do some serious digging to get the tiny morsels and tidbits that he was able to find. However, for me, it didn't make a very fluid reading for me. I felt like I was being given tiny facts, and that the author was filling in with speculation to fill up the book. At times, I wondered if the publisher had established a minimum length and the author was simply trying to fill it up.

And then, at the very end, the author began a discussion of a possible violin that had been recovered and how the value of it would be increased substantially with the 100 year anniversary of the sinking. For me, I was also left with the feeling that perhaps that is why this book was also released at this time -- to cash in on a significant date.

Overall, it was fairly easy reading and was somewhat interesting. I did learn some new things, and the book isn't all that bad -- especially for the Titanic enthusiasts.

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze®.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

Go to that Blog Over There --->

2011-05-26T22:33:00.001-04:00

I don't know if you read my husband's blog or not, but if you don't, you need to. Well, one post in particular. :)

Good Things at the Baseball Game

Take Me Out to the Ballpark. . . .

2011-05-24T00:02:00.002-04:00

My son has been involved in baseball now for 3 years. This year, all four of us jumped into the fray that is Little League -- the son and daughter are playing, I'm coaching, and Bernard is serving on the local board. I'm not sure if it is because of our hyper-involvement, or what it may be, but I have had the opportunity to see many different people react in many different ways -- some positive, and some, well, frankly, no so positive.

It has caused me to think quite a bit about how we as Christians are perceived by the "world" and how we perceive the "world."

Our Christianity should not end at the church door when we leave. There are very few that will argue that point. VERY few.

Our Christianity should go with us into every daily activity, no matter how exciting or how mundane. Again, I seriously doubt I would get many arguments for that.

If a man (or woman, depending on denomination) has been called to a visible church role, s/he should be prepared to be especially sensitive to those around them. They are put on a pedestal (whether wrongly or rightly is irrelevant at this junction). If that person is involved in youth sports of any kind, that mantle MUST go with them. It simply cannot be left in the car with yesterday's Gatorade.

(I'm going to pause here and simply say that if anyone has watched me for any length of time, you know very well I have a hard time practicing what I am "preaching" here. I cannot count the times I have had to apologize for my words or actions, and to ask forgiveness for those involved.)

In one instance, a church leader was more than willing to "raise a stink" about another coach (incidentally, another Christian), one (or more) of the board members and one of the policies of our local organization. Despite efforts to bridge the gap of misunderstanding in this instance, the church leader became stand-offish and condescending to those involved. No humility AT ALL was ever exhibited in the situation. To quote one parent, "And he is a church [leader]. I wouldn't want to go to his church." All in an effort to make sure that an opposing coach didn't gain a minuscule advantage.

Ouch.

In another incident, a church leader absolutely refuses to speak to one of his fellow coaches. Now, whatever the background is for the "feud", frankly, is of no concern of mine. Nor is "who is right and who is wrong." When a witness is being self-sabotaged, the reasons "why" do not matter.

As Christians, we are called to represent Jesus Christ. Love, humility, GRACE, forgiveness. . .the list goes on. At any point if you can't carry those minimal traits to the ball field, get OFF! The damage you do to the church of Christ (not the denomination, btw, the body as a whole) may be irreparable. Ultimately, you will answer for it, but it is heartbreaking to watch.

It is becoming increasingly difficult to get people into "church." As a result, the "church" needs to be ready to go out and reach the people. At the ballfield, especially, a little grace and humility goes a LONG way.

Rightness vs RightEOUSness

2011-03-25T00:27:00.003-04:00

Does being *right* make us, as Christians, righteous?

Does being right give us the moral privilege of digging our heels in and refusing to budge?

That may be rightNESS, but is it rightEOUSness?

Rightness builds walls; righteousness builds bridges.

Rightness makes us look around; righteousness makes us look up.

Rightness helps us to stand proudly; righteousness drives us to our knees in humility.

Rightness widens gaps; righteousness closes them.

Rightness seeks recompense; righteousness seeks to compensate.

Rightness is a firm upper lip, a stern look, and crossed arms; righteousness is a quivering lip, a tear-filled eye and open arms.

Rightness pushes away (and tries to keep away) sinners; righteousness attracts them to repentance.

Rightness says, "Do it my way, or no way;" righteousness says, "I love you as Christ loves you."

Rightness remembers; righteousness forgets.

Rightness reminds; righteous forgives.

Rightness is being strong; righteousness is strength under control.

Rightness sacrifices relationships; righteousness seeks to grow them.

Rightness is a clean conscience; righteousness is a clean heart.

How to Eat Fried Worms

2011-02-25T15:26:00.004-05:00

This book is destined to become a classic. Well, maybe not a classic in the sense that Charles Dickens or William Shakespeare are considered classics, but it *is* timeless. I remember reading it in 3rd or 4th grade and being greatly amused, and admittedly a bit grossed out. Those memories spurred me to have my son, a 9 year-old 3rd grader, read this book this year.

He seemed to enjoy parts of it as I would hear him chuckling as he read.

He finished reading it yesterday, so below are some pictures of the "special" lunch I fixed for him and his sister.

Year of the Champions!

2011-02-21T15:29:00.006-05:00

In the Spring of 2010, around the first or second week of All-Star baseball practice, there was banter about the team, and how much they had improved, etc. The head coach, Josh Mease, said something about the State Championship, and though all heard it, most did not consider it a reality, or frankly, even a possibility.

About 6 weeks later, not only was it a possibility, with a walk off homerun by Kameron Walker, it became a reality.

4 days later, 7 members of the team showed up for football camp at Bethel Middle School's field. Because of his age, Kameron would leave his baseball buddies and join the older football team, the Mites.

6 of them, though -- Keegan Hudson, Gatlin Blanton, Travis Shuford, Brooks Valentine, Hunter Cseledy and Lane Mease would join forces and under the leadership of Johnny James and his most excellent coaching staff, absolutely roll over every one in the division. They became WNC Youth Football and Cheerleading's Association's Western Division Champions.

One week after a narrow Superbowl loss, 4 of the boys, Cseledy, Hudson, Valentine, and Shuford traded the cleats for high tops and the pigskin for a roundball. They reunited with three other baseball teammates Sawyer Trull, Jacob Moore, and Daniel Worley. Together, they charged through the winter, and found themselves as WNC Youth Basketball's Eastern Division regular season champions.

Three championships in one year. A year many athletes can dream of. What will the future hold for these young men? As one young man put it, "Do it again! Except take Association championships instead of just divisions!" Be ready coaches; here they come!

Couple Who Pray

2011-02-14T15:47:00.003-05:00

I got this book and read it and I really wish I could give it rave reviews and talk about how wonderful it is.

Unfortunately (I guess for me), I can't.

From the opening paragraphs, I could not shake the feeling that I was reading an infomercial. I could just imagine the host giving the spiel as I watched couple after couple parade across the stage and proclaim, "This is what it did for us, Rich!" The "celebrities" interviewed gave me a feeling of "read this book because of these names" -- or "name-dropping." I much more enjoyed the "real" people's testimonies as I could relate to them better.

Supposedly, they also have the research with which to back up their claims. Of course, one of their studies has only been done once, so it doesn't have the benefit of being tested or tried. At best, the results can be taken lightly.

Is praying together important? Yes, definitely. Is it something that couples need to be aware? Very much so. And, perhaps, that is where the disappointment of this book lies for me. It is a crucial topic that has a world of potential, and yet, I came away from it going, "Okay, so if we pray together for 40 days we will never fight, we will understand each other thoroughly, and we will have mind-blowing sex." Actually, a lot of the time, I got the impression that the first two were optional and the real reason to pray together was to have better sex. ???? Seriously?

Again, I do not disagree that couples need to pray together. And frankly, I can think of few things more important than that, but this book's delivery in that message left me feeling cold. I suppose I *might* recommend this book to a couple who was not very mature in their faith, but I would be hesitant to suggest it to a couple who was having serious problems. I am afraid the simplistic approach to what could be years of problems could prove to be a fatal let down for the couple.

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2011-02-05T18:56:00.003-05:00

A young friend saw the book on my shelf and asked me about it.

Because he is an avid reader, and we have "swapped" books several times, and he is, indeed the one who introduced me to "fantasy" books, I described it to him as "CS Lewis meets Christopher Paolini."

The story, an classically allegorical with a good vs. evil theme, takes place in a land that seems to be far away, in the distance past. The characters must use discernment, wisdom and magic to keep the dragon eggs safe, keep the statues out of the wrong hands, and stay alive.

It is an easy read in that it flows well, the characters are developed well, and the action, while a bit draggy in places, is enough to keep the reader interested. This is a latter book of a series, and I am thinking it may have been a bit more understandable had I read the first one before this. I had read some of Danita Paul's work, so I was familiar with a few of the characters. Some of my initial lack of understanding may have been because I was trying to make "Dragons in the Valley" a sequel to the one I had read, but it is does not seem directly related.

I would highly recommend this book to any middle school or high school student who enjoys reading and enjoys reading fantasy. Likewise, any adult that appreciates the genre will probably like it as well.

Find this book at amazon.com -- Dragons of the Valley

Or the Waterbrook Multinomah page

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I received this book for free from WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing Group for this review

Cheesy Chicken Casserole

2011-01-10T19:50:00.004-05:00

It's not often that I venture to create supper without a recipe, and even more rare is when it is edible. That said, I think I hit upon something tonight.

3 - 4 large chicken breasts, cubed
1 can Campbell's condensed cream of chicken soup
1/4 cup milk
1/4 cup sour cream
1/2 (and some) cup cheddar cheese
dash of Worcestershire sauce
2 tbs dijon mustard
1/8 cup diced onion and celery
2 tbs butter
1 Stove Top microwavable "Quick Cup"

In a skillet, cook the chicken until white, or slightly browned. Put in a greased 8x8 glass baking dish.

After chicken is cooked, add butter and saute onions and celery until tender.

In a bowl, mix soup, milk, sour cream, cheese, worcestershire, mustard, celery and onions. Mix until blended.

Pour over chicken cubes.

Prepare "quick cup" as directed and spoon over chicken and soup mixture.

Bake for 15 - 20 minutes at 375.

Remove and sprinkle with remaining cheese (the plus some) and bake until cheese is melted.

Future possibilities -- add bacon. (everything is better with bacon) or ham.

Unto the Hills

2011-01-06T22:40:00.003-05:00

This is a true classic by a true man of God.

In a world where authors seem to "hit or miss," Billy Graham stays right on target. Whether it is one of his early books, or a more recent one, they all seem to rise to standard that few evangelists seem able to aspire to.

Because this is a devotional, I obviously did not read the whole thing before writing the review. However, I will be reading it daily for the foreseeable future.

It is simple to read, and easy to understand, yet with a few minutes of prayer and meditation, it can take the reader so much deeper than that. I'm not a huge fan of "devotional" type of books, but this one I have enjoyed -- years ago as a young college student, and again now as it is being reprinted.

This book is good for any Christian wanting a closer walk with God, and it makes an excellent gift as well.

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The Liturgical Year

2010-12-13T22:24:00.002-05:00

Having very recently become interested in the history of the church, and specifically the different rituals, for lack of a better word, of the church, I was excited to read this book.

As a Baptist, many of the feasts, and even the general approach to many of the "holy days," have been a foreign concept to me. Generally speaking, Baptists celebrate Easter and Christmas as "holy days," and that, to a degree, is the extent of it. As a result, it is easy to look at those churches that celebrate "the liturgical year" as legalistic, doing something that is not necessary, or not following the Holy Spirit. However, upon closer reflection, it is possible to see that following the holy days in the liturgical calendar, CAN, as the author proposes, lead a person into a deeper relationship with Christ.

It explains, in very clear, concise details, how the dates for Christmas and Easter were set, and how the time leading up to the two holidays (Advent and Lent) can be spent so as to grow in understanding of Christ's life and as a result, become more Christ-like ourselves (something that should be the goal of any Christian regardless of denomination).

As someone completely unfamiliar with the history of the liturgy, the author does an excellent job of making it understandable. There are a few times in the book where I felt she was having to work a bit too hard for the justification of observing it, but those were few. Also, there were times when her "doctrine" and the doctrine I choose to believe are different, but I started the book anticipating that, and it was not a huge detraction as I was not reading to develop what I believe, but to learn about something I had never been introduced to.

My biggest gripe and complaint about the book was how there were key quotes placed on almost every other page, in the middle of the text. I found it very annoying and distracting. Identify one or two key quotes and put them at the beginning of the chapter or at obvious breaks. It felt very "magaziney" doing this, but in a magazine the articles are short enough that it isn't that terribly distracting. With a book, though, it was absolutely asinine.

Overall, I felt this was a good book for its perceived intended purpose -- to educate about the liturgical year, and I would recommend it for anyone looking for an easy to understand overview.

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Flashback

2010-12-02T02:38:00.002-05:00

Tonight, I was listening to Christmas music on Pandora, just as I am apt to do at any time, not just in December.

I don't know what song it was, but it reminded me of a Christmas program that I was in when I was in 6th grade.

It was a group simply called "Special Music" meaning that we had to audition and if chosen we got pulled out of the regular class every other week to go have an extra music class with the music teacher -- Katie Hoyle.

Teaching elementary school is a special calling; being an itinerant music teacher just means you have a special level of insanity (I know; I've been there.) However, Ms. Hoyle took insanity to a whole new level.

I do not know her reasons why, but she decided that year, our class would present a "Madrigal Feast."

and we did.

Few memories from childhood stick with me, but if I close my eyes, and concentrate, I can still smell the cafeteria, see the costumes, hear the instruments, and sing the music. Twenty-eight years later I still remember some of the songs.

I remember learning later, perhaps from her, perhaps from my uncle who was a teacher at the same school, that many of her colleagues told her it couldn't be done -- that level of music and performance simply was not possible by 10, 11, and 12 year olds. (This opinion was "confirmed" some years later when having a discussion with fellow music majors at college).

But she presevered, and we did it.

We weren't supposed to be able to do it, but we did.

Looking back, I see that that lesson had a much deeper, longer lasting impression on me than I imagined.

There were instances in Jr. High the next years, and later in High School, that told me, "You can't do that." But, I did.

And it stayed with me.

Ever been told that a student can't read, he is a behavior problem, and that there is no way he will ever be able to do anything in your music class, so why bother?

I have.

He sang the solo beautifully.

Ever been told that the "trainable mentally handicapped" student in your math class really didn't need to be that involved with other students because he didn't have the social skills necessary to "fit in?"

I have.

He made friends that year.

Ever sat across from a student who is so severely "learning disabled" in math that you have been told to do the best you can, but he probably won't graduate because he can't pass the state competency test?

I have.

He passed, and holds a NC Diploma.

Ever have a student look at you and tell you they will never, ever "get this stuff," and graduate with their GED or Adult High School diploma?

I have (many times).

They did (many times).

I don't say that to brag on myself or my teaching skills, which are mediocre, at best. It wasn't me that did it. In every instance, the student was the one who did it.

But, I believed in them.

Ms. Hoyle believed in us and we did what we weren't supposed to be able to do.

Whatever you do in life, but especially if you are a teacher, believe.

Even if they "can't" do it. Believe they can.

Ms. Hoyle, I have no idea where you are now, or what you are doing, but, thank you.

Thank you for believing we could.

The Boy Who Changed the World

2010-11-19T11:16:00.002-05:00

This is a wonderful children's book that explores and explains how even just one person can have an effect for many years to come. It starts by looking at the life of Nobel laureate Norman Borlaug who is sometimes called "the father of the revolution," and whose studies and developments have led to many, many people being able to have food.

A story about Borlaug, in and of itself, would be an uplifting and motivating tell, but the author goes a bit further. He begins to unravel the history, backwards, at who helped and assisted Borlaug, and back many years to someone who probably would have never guessed at the role he would play in the future.

The story itself was a little confusing to me at first, and felt awkward because it tells a story, goes back in time, comes "up" to where the story begins, goes back, etc. However, after the first reading, this makes perfectly good sense and is an effective way to show the ripple effect of each of the lives of the people involved.

The book is slightly larger than many children's books which makes it great for reading to a group. Also, the pictures and illustrations are excellent and colorful and really held the attention of my children (8 and 5) and I look forward to giving copies of it to the children that I know.

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

The Jesus You Can't Ignore

2010-11-19T10:12:00.003-05:00

In this book, MacArthur takes issues with the "weak, mild, gentle" Jesus we often see represented.

Throughout the book, the author takes an event from Jesus' life, gives the historical context, then proceeds to show how that event could be applicable in a believer's life today. For me, he could have stopped after the first two "steps" because I found that to be educational and encouraging. Many times, the application was misused because in most, if not all, of the instances written about, Jesus was openly rebuking the religious leaders of his time. ONLY the religious leaders. Many times, I see Christians embrace the teachings similar to what MacArthur has expounded upon and use them to openly confront those they feel are the enemy -- in today's fundamental Christian world, that is usually the homosexual, the atheist, and the Muslim. This application of the life of Christ is not only grossly wrong, but counterproductive to the entire message of Jesus.

My overarching opinion of the book, though, is positive. I was renewed and rejuvenated just reading about Jesus' life and what all he did will on Earth. It was encouraging to me, and I would recommend it to anyone wanting to learn more about his life while here on Earth.

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

Back to School

2010-08-19T00:17:00.002-04:00

So, in the morning, all of Trav's football/baseball buddies will be back in school, as will most of Kristi's little friends.

They are, in part, a little jealous, I think, that they are not part of that. They are also a little bit "proud" that they have a few more days of summer vacation left. :)

There are times I really wonder, "Why DO I homeschool." Unlike some (more than I would like, actually) homeschoolers I know, I am not anti-public school. I do not consider it a "cess pool," as I heard one mother refer to it as. All of my kids' closest friends, now, are public schooled.

For the most part, I am very pro-public school. I went to public school. I know a lot of AWESOME public school teachers, administrators, and support staff. Thinking about it, I probably know more "good" than I do "bad."

So, why do I homeschool? For now, because I feel that that is what God wants for our family -- my kids are receiving a top education, and I am getting to spend valuable time with them. I do not like the direction that public education is going in, and has been for some years. To me, as a teacher, it truly seemed like passing the test was tantamount to everything else. I wanted to teach kids to love to learn, because then, they would teach themselves, even after leaving my classroom.

I failed miserably at that. BUT, I could get even the weakest math student to pass the NC Competency Test of Math (which is no longer given --YEAH!).

So, as my friends go back into their classrooms, and as the little people my kids call friends convene as well, my prayers are with those involved. May you have a safe year, a fun year, and a productive year.

And, who knows, maybe next year, I'll join you!

Be Still

2010-07-12T12:30:00.002-04:00

One of the hardest things for me to do is keep my mouth shut. If I feel like something needs to be said, I will say it -- for better or worse.

But, sometimes God directs me to "Sit down, shut up, and be quiet."

Okay, He is probably a lot more gentle that *that,* but that's what I imagine He would say if He were speaking audibly to me.

It is in these times of "quietness" that I often don't know what to pray.

I want the pain to go away.

I want the wrongs righted.

I want the misunderstandings talked about and fixed.

I want the muddiness cleared.

I want the weight lifted.

And I want it done NOW.

But, only God can do it, and I wait on Him.

Psalm 46:10 / Zec. 2:13
Be still and know that He is God
Be still and know that He is holy

Be still oh restless soul of mine
Bow before the prince of Peace
Let the noise and clamor cease
Be still and know that He is God
Be still and know that He is faithful

Consider all that He has done
Stand in awe and be amazed
And know that He will never change

Be still
Be still and know that He is God
Be still and know that He is God
Be still and know that He is God
Be still
Be speechless

Be still and know that He is God
Be still and know He is our Father

Come rest your head upon His breast
Listen to the rhythm of
His unfailing heart of love

Beating for His little ones
Calling each of us to come

Be still
Be still

Can You Hear Me Now?

2010-07-08T13:03:00.006-04:00

I guess my favorite quote -- the one that challenges me and inspires me daily, is attributed to Ralph Waldo Emerson.

"What you do speaks so loudly I cannot hear what you say."

Simply put, actions are much louder than words.

I can say, "I love you," but if I ignore you, or deliberately try to hurt you, my mouth is going to be moving, but you are not going to hear anything coming out.

Tangentially related is that "perception is reality." It may, of course, be an incorrect reality, but it is, in effect what is "real" to the person. If I am "seeing" something, that becomes what I see as reality.

Every experience we have is interpreted through a filter of past experiences, beliefs, ideas, and preconceived notions. Is it any wonder that being an effective communicator is considered a talent?

As a result, I have been pondering silence. Holding my tongue when I really, really, really want to say something. Some will say that "Silence is golden," but I have found that silence is rarely, if ever, taken to be positive. Therein lies the crux of my dilemma. I want to say *something* to make a situation better, but I feel that saying something will probably just make the issue worse, so I remain silent. And then I begin to wonder if my silence gives the impression that I am something that I am not.

Is my action (or inaction, as it may be) being interpreted in a way that I don't mean for it to be?
Are my actions matching my words?

Sarah's Garden by Kelly Long

2010-06-26T02:03:00.002-04:00

I admit, I'm a sucker for Amish "romance" novels, of which there seem to be many. This one, though, has an interesting twist that I did not begin to suspect until about 3/4 through, but was still surprised that it ended the way it did. I think this is the only book of this nature that I have read that took that turn.

The story was an intriguing in that you could feel the emotions the main characters had for each other, yet, the conflict between what they wanted and who they were was almost tangible as well.

My only criticism isn't so much about how it is written as much as how it is described "on the back." I kept expecting the quilt to become an integral part of the story, and even thought that the relationship between Sarah and Grant would be described (or become a metaphor) of the quilt that she made. Instead, the part the quilt played in the overall story seemed almost like an afterthought. The squares were introduced early in the story, so I kept expecting them to "be used," but they weren't. Then, suddenly, *bam* there they were, she made a beautiful quilt and the story moved on. Then, almost as suddenly as it came about, the quilt was gone again.

Overall, though, the story was a very pleasant read, and I enjoyed it. It was easy to follow and the characters, though not particularly dynamic, were easy to understand. I would definitely recommend it to anyone who likes this genre of book.

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Thomas Nelson Publishers as part of their BookSneeze.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

Max Lucado's Hermie and Friends -- Who Is in Charge Anyway

2010-06-12T08:21:00.002-04:00

My kids really enjoy the Hermie and friends series, so I was anxious to get it and watch it with them. When Freddie the Flea shows up to fix the ladybugs' TV set, he hears Hailey and Bailey asking their mom what is so special about fleas. They recount a couple of heroic acts by other members of the Garden, which Freddie overhears, and he begins to question what *is* special about him. So, he goes outside and talks to God.

God uses the lives of Freddie's friends to show him that he is special and that there is a plan just for him -- a job in the Garden that only Freddie can do.

My kids and I sat together and watched this and they enjoyed it as they have the others. They also liked that it incorporated clips from some of the other stories they have seen. Their favorite, I think, was seeing what Buzby "used" to be. :)

It seemed a bit short to me, with the "flashbacks" being too short and not really developing enough as far as the story was concerned. It helped that I had seen most of the stories referenced, but when it was over, we were all kinda like, "Is that it?"

Overall, though, it is a cute story with a good message, and my kids enjoyed it (as they have the others in the Hermie series).

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Thomas Nelson Publishers as part of their BookSneeze.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

A Summer Secret

2010-06-02T23:16:00.002-04:00

This was a pleasant read. It had believable characters, and I thought it did well at contrasting the life of the English with the life of the Amish. So many times, I've read books about the Amish people, and it is easy to picture them being set in a time past. This book, however, unblurred that line gave an interesting picture of what could happen when the Amish are presented with runaways, foster care and child abuse.

I probably would stop short of calling it a true mystery, as the story isn't quite that intriguing, and it is fairly obvious what is going on and what will happen. I enjoyed it as it was both easy to follow and relaxing (and I was reading it on vacation). I could also see pre-teen or early teen girls enjoying it, though it is not a "girl story."

Overall, not a bad book, and one I could heartily recommend to someone who simply wants a book to enjoy.

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Thomas Nelson Publishers as part of their BookSneeze.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

I Am Hutterite

2010-05-09T00:09:00.002-04:00

I wasn't sure what to expect from this book, but was pleasantly surprised. I had never heard of the Hutterite people, so each page taught me something new. It was well written and easy to understand. The author gave us a close, personal glance into her early life, and as a result, I found myself feeling like I "knew" the people and the events that happened.

Even still, there seem to be a sense of detachment from the author and the 'story' she was telling. For the part of the book that dealt with her youth, that could be understood as children sometimes only see things in a small framework of their life.

Though I really enjoyed the first 2/3s of the book, I felt that it transitioned very quickly in her later teenage years, and I felt as if I didn't see the transition coming. In that respect, it seemed to me to feel hurried or pressed to finish.

Overall, I thought it was a very interesting read and would heartily recommend it for those wishing to learn about small people groups like this. It is not a deep intellectual read, nor is it overtly spiritual, but it is pleasant and easy to understand.

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Thomas Nelson Publishers as part of their BookSneeze.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

Plan B

2010-05-03T11:13:00.001-04:00

I have read Pete's blog on occasion, so it was with interest that I received the book and read it.

I found it to be easily read and understood. So many times, Christian writers tend to fall into the trap of making it sound complicated, but Wilson's book does not do that. His writing style, though not a true conversational style, is personal and is reminiscent of sitting on the front porch talking with a friend. It is filled with poignant stories and examples, but also has the well placed chuckle to keep you going.

If I had any complaint about the book it is that it seemed to me that he kept repeating the same thoughts in each chapter. Rather than building on the previous chapter, it seemed to be the same thoughts verbalized a different way. That said, I also recognize that sometimes those for whom the book was written may benefit from hearing it several times.

Would I recommend the book? Yes. I believe Wilson is teaching some valuable lessons that Christians can learn, and perhaps NEED to learn, and it serves as a valuable reminder that things aren't always going to go as we planned, and at those times, we can trust in God for the alternative plan.

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Thomas Nelson Publishers as part of their BookSneeze.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

A Piece of the Puzzle

2010-04-28T22:35:00.002-04:00

Have you ever been cruising through life, thinking all was going well when you realize that something was happening?

Events that were seemingly unrelated take on a whole new level of importance, and it starts to become apparent that while it appeared they were unrelated, they were actually co-dependent on eachother?

That is where I am. Event over the past couple of weeks -- seemingly coincidental, random acts have brought me face to face with myself, and God is showing me areas in my life where I need change.

I wish I could say I was excited.

Honestly, it scares me. While I know that God is with me, ultimately orchestrating it all, and that the end result means a closer walk with Him and more rewarding life experience, the process might be painful to bear.

So, now, I have a choice to make.

Friendships for Grownups

2010-04-28T01:10:00.002-04:00

I hesitated to read this book, simply because I wondered if a "loner," such as myself would find anything of value or worth in it.

Never could I have dreamed the floodgates this book would open. I suppose that since she wrote the book, and Thomas Nelson published it, there are other women "out there" that can relate to the struggle Lisa has had in finding and maintaining friendships with women. For me, though, for much of the book, I found myself wondering if she was writing about my life and my experiences. There were times when the words seem to come off of the page and slap me in the face -- it was that directly confrontational with events and episodes of my life.

As a result, it is difficult for me to give an objective review of this book. If you are a woman such as myself who tends to build steel enforced brick walls around your heart, then, yes, this book may very well help you to find a way around that and encourage you to be vulnerable with those you want to be close to.

If you are fairly confident in the friendships you have established and are maintaining, it may not be as much a help to you, per se, but it may help you to understand why there are those of us out there that don't warm up to you instantly, and why we seem to withdraw emotionally.

For men? Not sure on that one. The title of the book is "Friendship for Grownups" but I'm not sure a lot of men would relate to much of what she says. A better title might be "Friendships for Women," but I could be mistaken.

At the end are some good discussion questions and "what's next" type of advice. For me, it was a bit soon to do some of her suggestions, but I can see it being useful in a group study.

Overall, I'm very grateful for this book, and will probably be revisiting it in smaller chunks in the future.

(Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Thomas Nelson Publishers as part of their BookSneeze.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”)

Bonhoeffer A Biography

2010-04-09T11:56:00.002-04:00

This book, in it's simplest incarnation, is a biography of Dietrich Bonhoeffer, yet, in so many ways, it is more than that.

My first impression of this rather large volume is that it would be so typical of other biographies and would simply drag on and be a tedious read. The only aspect of my first impression that was correct is that it *is* a large volume -- it is not an afternoon read; it will take a while to read.

From the first few paragraphs, the story is captivating and I often found myself saying, "One more chapter. .." even though I was already up in the wee hours of the morning reading. While I was peripherally familiar with the name Bonhoeffer, and while I felt that I had a pretty good grasp on the events leading up to and during the Holocaust, this volume deepened that understanding, and made want to learn eve more (a mark of a truly good book, in my opinion) about the German resistance to Hitler and the Nazis.

The only negative criticism would be about the author's style of relating an event, "fast forwarding" if you will to the future, then pulling you back to the point in the story. Ordinarily, this technique is effective at maintaining the interest of the reader and keeping them engaged. However, the story of Bonhoeffer's involvement is captivating enough and the technique seemed to tease me because I was already desperately reading to see what would be next.

More than anything, though, this book helped me to understand the potentially volatile role and relationship of the church with the local/national authority, and how, without a knowledge of the Bible and Godly discernment, the role can be abused. I would not recommend it for the church member who is comfortable equating patriotism with Christianity -- that notion is challenged directly. I do, however, highly recommend it for the person, who like myself, is struggling to understand exactly what role, if any, the church (corporately and individually) should play in the chess game of politics.

++++++
Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Thomas Nelson Publishers as part of their BookSneeze.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

The Map by David Murrow

2010-03-12T15:57:00.002-05:00

a review.

this book is part fiction, part non-fiction, delineated nicely in the middle. not that there could be confusion between the two.

the author begins the tale by describing a "suspenseful" journey to discover a "map" within the book of matthew. then, once the map has been discovered, the author delves deeper into the implications of the map and what it means for christian men.

i wanted to like this book. i wanted to have something that i could hand to my husband, brother and others and say, "here! this is it! this will change your walk with christ forever!" this book, sadly though, isn't it.

in the first part, the story is obviously fictional, and though i tried to convince myself that it was believable, it simply was not. the characters seemed forced; the plot was contrived. the whole time i was reading, the phrase 'da vinci code wannabe' kept running through my head.

the second part was slightly better leading me to believe that perhaps the author should have only written the second part, and used the "story" from the first interspersed as examples, or worked on the first part to develop the plot and characters better. as a whole, the two just don't seem to work well together. on the upside, it is like two books in one. the last half of the book is basically an explanation of how the pattern of Jesus' life as shown in the book of matthew gives a "map" for men to follow today, and gives a "reason" to pursue strength (using a 21st western definition of the word) and for being "macho." unfortunately, it left me with many more questions than it gave me answers.

what about women? (he does address this, briefly, for about a paragraph or two, but does not say anything meaningful about it -- it seems more a token mention). if the "map" is so revolutionary for men, and is indeed how they should live their life, shouldn't it offer some nugget of truth for how women can be victorious as well?

what about non-American men? the whole premise of the book is how christianity has emasculated the men, and thus they are no longer interested in church because it isn't "macho." in my admittedly limited exposure, though, this "macho-ness" seems to be especially prevalent amongst american men. many of the european and asian men I know do not worry about it. if it were as true for american men as it was for Jesus, wouldn't it also be true for men everywhere? which leads to my last point.

this seems to be yet another effort of a christian writer to offer something (for a profit, it would seem) and seemingly ignore the cultural and societal differences between the 21st century and the time of Christ. it reminds me of the books that say, "since jesus ate this, we need to." it always makes me want to ask, "jesus didn't mention going to the bathroom, so does that mean we are not supposed to?" to me, "macho-ness" is a cultural thing and to try to reconcile it to a biblical view, or justify it, even, seems a bit ingenious to me.

the author *does* make some good points about submission and the differences between peacemaking and peacekeeping. the latter, especially, seemed well thought out and addressed an perspective that isn't often thought about in present day churches.

overall, it wasn't a *bad* book -- there were some redeeming points, and it does address an issue that perhaps needs to be studied a bit more. taken separately, each section of the book is probably better on its own rather than with its partner, though.

3 out of 5 stars

(full disclosure: I received this book free from Thomas Nelson Publishers as part of their BookSneeze.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”)

Lesson

2010-03-05T12:32:00.004-05:00

I don't blog about our homeschooling much. Not because we don't do anything, I just figure the day to day would probably bore my two or three readers.

Today, though, I had to share. Yesterday, T. informed me that he knew how to make french toast, and then proceeded to tell me. ;) Then, he asked if he could try it sometime.

This morning was "sometime."

He did indeed make french toast, all by himself. I only supervised to make sure he didn't burn himself (or his sister) and I had to show him how to turn it.

He was pleased (and it was tasty).

Basketball is Over

2010-02-20T14:41:00.004-05:00

Last Monday marked the end of basketball season for T's team. I wish I could say they ended on a high note but, a 30-something - 3 routing probably isn't a happy thing to remember. :)

However, it was a poignant lesson for both the little man and me.

On Sunday, his team was making up a game. They were going to be playing one of the weaker teams in the league, and the plan was to let Travis and the other "little guys" start and play a lot.

Then, our church service got rescheduled to the exact same time as the game.

I wish I could say our decision was a no-brainer about what to do, but that would be a lie. We prayed and agonized and rationalized, and finally decided that T. would have to miss the last season of the game that he would probably get to play in.

Sunday morning was filled with tears and sadness (and that was just from me!).

We went to church, the service was great, and T seemed okay. I fully expected to be 'relieved' because we had made the right decision. The relief never came.

I spent the rest of the day in a funk; discouraged and grouchy. T. wasn't much different. :( I had told him that when we give up something we REALLY want for Jesus, He will bless us. (To my concrete-as-a-block 8 year old, he thought that meant he was getting a surprise).

Monday came, and he had one more game. He suited up and went -- fully expecting to sit on the bench. By the middle of the 3rd quarter, his team was trailing by over 20 points, and he got to play the whole 4th quarter!

With 7 seconds left on the clock, he got fouled and had to go to the line. He missed the first shot, got the second and the time ran out.

My little boy, so discouraged the day before, got to score the last point of the season! (and as we pointed out to him, half as many points as the first string had scored)

The poignant lesson came outside of the gym. I leaned down and whispered, "Son, I am so proud of you. But, I want you to know that I was praying the whole time (I normally won't pray for him to win, etc. but that is another post) for you to make the shot, and for Jesus to help you."

He looked up at me and grinned (dang, that dimple is cute), and said, "I know mom. I was praying, too."

Looking back, I'm still not sure that B. and I made the right decision in letting him miss the Sunday game. I said that we did the wrong thing for the right reasons, and B. said we did the right thing for the wrong reasons. Someday we will know, but for now we are just trusting that God will continue to draw the little man to Him, and if it takes lessons like we learned on Sunday, so be it.

Overcoming Addiction

2010-02-10T16:39:00.003-05:00

Ever had to overcome an addiction?

Ever had to do it when you were 5?

My daughter, the precious Princess is on day 2 without her pacifier. This is the same princess that just turned 5; it is time.

I initially started the "pacie de-tox" when she was about 18 months old -- around the same time started potty training.

Big girls don't use pacies.

Go potty like a big girl.

Her little slightly less than two year old brain then drew the logical conclusion, "If I am big, I will use the potty and I won't have my pacie."

Toilet training shut down. Fast. Nothing but diapers for this little gal.

Sooooo, to get out of diapers, we had to tell her she could keep pacie a bit longer. At the time, I chose the arbitrary age of 5 figuring she would give it up on her own by then. hahahahahahaha.

Her birthday was Monday. Tuesday morning she went to look for it and it was gone.

Her little face. :( Just thinking about it makes me get teary-eyed.

As a parent, I am constantly amazed at how their joy makes me joyful and how their pain makes me hurt. Physically, deep in my gut, hurt.

So, today is day 2 of OUR pacie addiction being broken. The hardest thing I have ever had to do for the Princess was say, "No, baby, the pacie is gone."

I was asked when we were taking bear blankies. My answer? NEVAH. She can keep bear blankies until she is grown with grandchildren for all I care.

The Force

2010-02-04T23:56:00.000-05:00

I'm Not Believing This

2010-01-28T20:38:00.006-05:00

The Superbowl is coming. That means Superbowl ads -- those brief encounters with products that we probably neither want or need shown during one of the most popular sporting events of the year. This means that if you are watching the game with your 8 year old son, he gets to see who knows what (remember Janet's "wardrobe malfunction????).

I just received an email advising me how to watch the ads and talk about them with my kids.

One paragraph discusses why kids shouldn't see the Budweiser commercials (quote -- alcohol messaging needs to be managed with kids), junk food ads, movie ads (one is Disney) and an EA sports ad (which might be Madden Football but may be something else). One paragraph.

The next paragraph tells how and why you need to "ad manage" the Focus on the Family/Tebow pro-life spot.

What you believe is up to you. But the issues of pro-life or pro-choice are complicated moral questions that aren't age-appropriate for young children who may not even know about the birds and the bees yet.

Frankly, this I agree with. However, I also know that I can talk to my 5 year old about abortion without telling her about the birds and bees, yet.

The timing of when to initiate a discussion of the issues surrounding this hot-button subject should belong to individual families, not to a broadcaster.

Heck yea. And you know what else goes in this category? Alcohol, sex (ever tried to explain a Trojan or viagra commercial to your 5 year old), feminine products (do you HAVE to show how much liquid it will hold). Frankly, I would much rather have a discussion with my 5 or 8 year old about abortion, and the moral implications, etc. than those other things because abortion is an issue. (and for the record, based on what I've investigated, the word abortion is never used leading critics to say it is a "veiled" message.).

The article makes some excellent points. But, they should be things that parents should do anyway. Unfortunately, my short time on earth has shown me that common sense is anything but common.

My opinion?
While I'm not a big FoF fan, I believe that the main opposition to this is that Tim's mom was told to abort her baby because of multiple/severe health problems, but she chose to have him. Obviously, as one of the premier young quarterbacks in the country, the doctors were wrong. And THAT is something I've found that pro-abortion folks don't won't others to know.

/rant over.

http://www.commonsensemedia.org/watching-super-bowl-2010-ads-whats-age-appropriate

Zero

2010-01-13T23:05:00.002-05:00

Zero is nothing.

Insignificant.

Small.

But what a different it makes.

10 degrees outside vs 100 degrees outside. BIG difference.

50,000 a year salary vs 500,000 a year salary. Whoa.

Are you a zero in your church?

For Jesus?

Giving

2010-01-12T21:09:00.003-05:00

and receiving.

It is more blessed to give than to received. Yet, without someone "receiving" it is impossible to be blessed by giving.

A Matter of Perspective

2010-01-07T13:24:00.004-05:00

Last night at church the Preacher Dude, Dean, asked, as part of teaching, "Why do bad things happen to good people?"

Why? It doesn't seem fair; it doesn't seem just; it doesn't seem merciful; it doesn't seem gracious. All words that we used to describe God.

Perhaps, I wonder, is it a matter of perspective? Are we defining God's actions based on our realities?

Yesterday, I stood at Lake Junaluska and looked across the lake. As far as I could see, it was white and frozen. Furthermore, the ducks, normally in very abundant numbers, were nowhere near to be seen as their normal "stomping" (or swimming) ground was now an inch or so of ice. In the distance, I could see some of them walking around or sitting on the ice. There was no water flowing, and frankly, it looked a bit overwhelming.

To me, this is what it feels like when I don't understand why my child is being treated unfairly. It is what it feels like when good people find out that the child they are birthing is less than perfect. It is what it feels like when the child you love so dearly decides to reject you and leave home. It is what is feels like when "friends" deride and criticize every move. It is what you feel like when a dear friend receives a cancer diagnoses.

Life is like that sometimes. Really bad things happen to really good people. It is not fair, by our definition.

A change of perspective, in this case driving around the lake a bit and rising above "lake level" helped me to see something.

The ducks were being taken care of. The lake was not a solid, ice filled vastness. It had two melted areas where the ducks were congregating, and based on their actions, having a pretty good time. Also, being slightly higher helped me to see that it wasn't a solid sheet of ice; there were cracks and fissures running all over the surface.

The child being treated unfairly? Perhaps it is a valuable lesson in learning how to deal with the situations around him and still be able to come out on top? The less than perfect child? Whose definition of perfect? Ours? God doesn't make accidents, so while we see a disability or handicap, God sees a beautiful creation made to glorify him. The wayward child? The unfaithful friend? The cancer? Who knows? But, if we try to define and shape our reactions based upon our own definitions and perspectives, we will fall woefully short of realizing what wonderful power and grace God has.

Bad things will happen to good people. We will continue to feel it isn't "fair." But, when we can accept that God has a different perspective, and he can see what we can't, may we rest in knowing that He loves us, He will never hurt us, and His way, while not able to be explained, is perfect.

What If. . . . .

2009-12-03T22:55:00.002-05:00

Several weeks ago, I stumbled across one of those "interview" type surveys on Facebook. I didn't participate, but one of the questions has literally haunted me since then.

What if it was proven unequivocally that God (or the object of your faith) did not exist? How would you react?

My first reaction was to come up with an answer that was so profound that it would show that even if Christ didn't exist, I would *still* be faithful to his teachings. That even IF He didn't exist, my faith and world would still be rock solid.

But, I wasn't satisfied with the answer.

Then, Sunday, while listening to the preacher talk about salvation, I realized that the question was haunting me because my answer was completely and totally wrong.

The fact is, if science tomorrow proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that there was no God, my world would be rocked to the very core of existence. Why? Because my hope is based on, and in, Jesus Christ.

He is the sunshine in my daytime.
He is the laughter in my life.
He is the the reason I want to draw my next breath.
He is the rainbow after the storm.
He is the blue sky above the storm clouds.
He is the flower growing on a rocky hillside.

Without Him, life becomes meaningless, dark, and hopeless. Utterly so.

In the words of the classic by Bill Gaither --

Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.
Because He lives, all fear is gone.
Because I know, He holds the future.
And life is life is worth the living,
JUST because He lives.

And, to any that may wonder upon this post that already believes that God doesn't exist, let me ask you, would your world change if science proved God's existence? If so, WHY?

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

2009-11-23T18:36:00.002-05:00

I love the Christmas season.

I love the Jesus part of it.

I love the food part of it.

I love the presents part of it. Actually, it is more accurate to say, I love the GIVING of presents part of it.

I was also raised to be a "deal finder." At my mom's house is that we draw names. The "joke" is that the limit is $20, but you should really give a $50 gift that you gave less than $10 for. :P

Tonight I hit the jackpot. I have my sister-in-law's name. Easiest person on earth to get a present for, and I had what I wanted to get her. Using a "coupon code" I found online, I just got her a $52 present for FREEEEEEEEEE.

whooppeeeeeeeeeee.

Strawberry Pie

2009-11-17T10:38:00.002-05:00

Thanksgiving is coming up and I was sharing with the Princess what I was planning on fixing for the family get together. Being the strawberry fanatic that she is, she suggested I also fix a strawberry pie. Seeing how I am completely and totally culinarily inept, I don't know HOW to make a strawberry pie.

No problem. The princess enlightened me.

Get pink icing and strawberries.
Mix them together.
Put them in the pie thing.
Put them in the freezer to cold them up.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the recipe for strawberry pie.

BE HEALED!!!!!

2009-11-14T12:26:00.002-05:00

Those two words should not cause the cynicism in me that they do, but they do. Nothing will cause me to go on "hyper alert" when listening to a preacher than to hear him proclaim that God has told him someone in the congregation will be healed. To me, it is almost as if they have spread out the crystal ball and are reading the future. I'm that dubious.

Perhaps I shouldn't be because God CAN heal, and I believe He does -- perhaps more than we realize.

When my father had his heart attack in 1999, I was convinced that his coma was temporary and that he would indeed "rise up and walk." In my mind, I entertained no other outcomes. My daddy was going to get better -- no other options existed. So, on January 3, 2002, when he passed away, I naturally asked, "What happened?????" I was upset that my daddy died; most people are. I was also upset that I had been wrong (not something I deal with easily, anyway, my husband tells me) about his healing.

In the months following his death, I asked God, "Why?????" Actually, I asked Him a lot. Then, one day He answered. It wasn't an audible voice, but real in my heart nevertheless. I asked, "God, I was convinced Daddy would be healed. I had faith in YOU that YOU would heal him. And you didn't. Why?"

"You only needed to believe that I could."

Wow.

So, why do faith healers bother me so? I used to think it was because they accused me of not having "enough" faith.

I have the faith. I KNOW beyond a shadow of a doubt that God can, and does heal. When dear friends recently found out that their little girl was going to be born with some special issues, did I think God could "fix" it? Yes, and I still do. In fact, I've even prayed to that end. So, if she is not "healed," did God fail to answer my prayers? NO. He, in His infinite wisdome knows exactly what needs to be done and He will do it.

In fact, to say that my lack of faith, or the parents' lack of faith, or Joe Blow's lack of faith prevented this little unborn child's healing is an abomination. Is GOD, the Creator of the UNIVERSE so small that the only way he can answer a prayer and honor faithfulness is through a healing?

I think not.

The other day, I read on a website a 7 year old's testimony that his preacher had proclaimed that he would be healed from his life debilitating, yet non-life threatening, disease. That bothered me. It also bothered me that if I "argued" with this preacher, or anyone else who was "claiming" this promise, I would be the one with the lack of faith.

Instead of looking at the omniscient power of God, instead of trusting in His grace and wisdom in knowing that sometimes bad things happen to good people for a REASON, and that instead of believing that God's glory can be revealed in ways other than healing, they choose to put their hope and faith in one single outcome. To me, claiming a healing (and sometimes "demanding" God to heal) is arrogant, selfish, and short-sighted. I would go so far as to say that it is time to let God out of this box we tend to put Him in, and allow His power to work.

Wow.

2009-07-14T00:29:00.002-04:00

Wow. I have a blog. I think I'd forgotten about it. There are spiderwebs everywhere in here and it is more than a bit dusty.

Maybe I should claim that I gave up blogging for spiritual reasons. You know, kinda like a fast of sorts. Except if I did that, I would be lying and that doesn't go well with the whole "fast" thing, ya know?

Truth is, May was FULL of testing homeschoolers, as were the first couple of weeks in June.

Then, we found out that Travis made the 7 year old all-star team (trust me, no one was more surprised than me), and that extended our baseball season another month. We've got a bit of a break (20 days or so) between the last baseball game and first football practice.

So, here it is, the middle of July, and we are FINALLY slowing down somewhat.

Maybe I'll find something to write about in the coming days.

:)

Baseball

2009-05-15T21:26:00.003-04:00

It's hard to believe that Trav only has 3 games left. Currently, they are 6 - 3 and in 2nd place. They play the first place team next Tuesday, and if they win, they will be in first. They have already lost to this team once (I *think* it was the day Trav busted his nose).

Trav's batting is abso-stinkin'-lutely awesome. The kid smacks the snot out of it. He hit one the other day that everyone thought was over the fence (that is a picture of it below). Since then, he has hit two or three more that go right to the fence.

Yea, I'm proud.

(We won't talk about his fielding right now -- hahahahha. He has been playing third base).

Mountain Paparazzi

2009-05-09T08:53:00.002-04:00

So, we are driving through Pigeon Forge, looking for our motel, and see that there is going to be a parade. After just a few minutes, I realize it is the Dolly Parton parade (don't know what it is really called), and that Dolly was going to be appearing soon.

My husband is driving, so I grab my camera, tell him to roll down the window, and start shooting.

Nothing.

It's on.

Shoot.

Nothing.

What the??? At this point, I am almost panicking thinking that my camera is broken. :( :( :(

Then, I see it -- the flashing "No CF card" message. Awww man. grumble, cuss, grumble, grumble, cuss (though admittedly the words I said were NOTHING compared to what I was thinking!)

We finish watching the parade, cut back a side road, and continue in our quest to find our motel.

WoooHHooooo. The back road we were on, is the same back road Dolly is taking. This is the shot I got of her (through my windshield).

Bernard got my camera and got a couple of shots with her standing up -- her profile and from behind. He jokes that you can tell what he was looking at. :)

Wow.

2009-05-04T20:27:00.003-04:00

Parenting is not for weenies. Seriously.

When Travis had his first stomach virus, it was rough. Ditto with snot. Both make me a bit squeamish.

That was NOTHING compared to blood, though. >karma passes out<

Last Monday, Travis took a baseball to the nose. Blood and more blood. Bernard joked that I didn't take a picture of it. Truth be told, I couldn't look at it without almost passing out.

Today, I was about 70 miles away doing testing for a private school. Just as I'm finishing up the last student, I get a text message from Bernard -

trav at er

I panicked. Why? Broken arm? Seizure? I finally get a hold of someone and find out that he was climbing up on the back of the pickup truck, the tailgate wasn't secure and it opened as he climbed. He fell backwards and apparently cut his head on the wood pile behind him. Ouch.

By the time I could get to the ER, he was already being sewn up. This time, I did get pictures (and more than a bit nauseous).

So, I've decided in order to maintain my sanity (not to mention my breakfast), I am going to purchase a couple of giant gerbil exercise balls. Then, my children will be safe.

Here is a picture of the prototype --

Oh. Wow.

2009-04-23T19:03:00.003-04:00

We heard about this on the radio today.

The Life Saving Bra

Of course, my son had a barrage of questions afterwards (ever tried to explain "underwiring" to a 7 yo boy, or a grown man for that matter).

What this online version of the story didn't have that the radio story did is that it was a wonderbra (called as such because you take it off and "wonder" where everything went, but I digress).

The story still has me dropping my jaw. This is the oddest thing I've heard in awhile.

(I figure I'm already pushing the "tasteful" limits with this post, so, sorry, no illustrative pictures)

41 Reasons

2009-04-20T00:15:00.004-04:00

Why I love you on your 41st birthday. . . (in no particular order)

(disclaimer and warning -- i'm not intentionally trying to make all you other men out there feel inadequate, but dang, when you got it, you got it, and Bernard's got it!!!!)

1. Black F-150, Grundy County Auction and the Mt. Pisgah Parking Lot on the Blue Ridge Parkway.

2. Your integrity and honesty.

3. You're musical ability.

4. Your socks match, and you tuck in your shirts and pockets on your own.

5. You will talk about your emotions and how you feel.

6. You're hardworking.

7. You're respected among peers.

8. You have cool scars.

9. You are unbelievably loyal.

10. Travis

11. Kristi

12. Bass fishing

13. Photography

14. Beating me at chess.

15. Cool hair.

16. Your analytic ability.

17. You provide for your family.

18. You know how to, and will do, laundry, and you will do housework.

19. You serve your church faithfully -- out of love not duty or obligation.

20. You change my oil and you can fix things.

21. You like to read.

22. You are intelligent.

23. You have a nice body. :P

24. You're good at math.

25. You mow the yard.

26. You look sexy in your sunglasses.

27. You know a lot about a lot of things.

28. You respect your parents, grandparents, and family (both yours and mine).

29. You are wise and exercise caution.

30. You think things through thoroughly.

31. You kiss GOOD!

32. You show emotions in public.

33. You will fix your own breakfast and don't expect me to get up at the crack of dawn and cook for you.

34. You don't complain about my cooking.

35. You laugh at my jokes.

36. You like gadgets.

37. Your beliefs are sincere -- you act what you believe.

38. You are compassionate and conscientious.

39. Yer a gud speelr.

40. The way you come in every morning to pray with me before you leave for work, even if I'm only half-conscious.

41. You love me and I can trust you to always love ME.

I'm Braggin' Again

2009-04-16T09:47:00.003-04:00

Trav played his first baseball game yesterday.

Waiting for the game to begin

At first base.

He Swings

He HITS

(the two batting pictures were different pitches)

He went 2 for 3 yesterday and was responsible for a couple of outs at first base. :)

It's My Blog,

2009-04-10T09:26:00.002-04:00

and I'll brag if I want to.

*I* think they're beautiful.

Around the Bend

2009-04-09T15:25:00.002-04:00

If you knew exactly what was around the bend, would you go anyway?

Justification for Procrastination

2009-04-07T21:12:00.002-04:00

I am the Queen of Procrastination, or would be if the organization ever got around to forming and crowning me.

Sometimes, procrastination works to my advantage. Like the time I had to write an essay as part of my annual review at work, but I put it off and then my review was canceled. Had I been diligent, I would have done work for nothing.

Now, consider spring flowers. This little guy would have well served (and much warmer) had he not bloomed for a couple of more weeks.

Palm Sunday

2009-04-06T00:13:00.000-04:00

My Opinion

2009-04-01T15:16:00.002-04:00

Related to March 27th's post --

It seems to me that when you are obnoxious about your faith, and don't care to offend people "for the gospel," you really don't show them Christ's love, either.

Favorite Picture of March

2009-03-30T23:13:00.001-04:00

Jus' Wondering

2009-03-27T09:44:00.002-04:00

If you profess to be a Christian, and virtually everyone around you (both Christian, and especially non) uses words like "obstinate," "ridiculous," "obnoxious," "rude," "overbearing," "intolerant," and "stubborn," to describe your existence and interaction with people, is there a problem?

If so, should they change, or should you?

Weekend Randomness

2009-03-14T21:28:00.001-04:00

I haven't "verified" the math, but it looks right. :) Also, there is a pop-up, so if you don't have a pop-up blocker to stop it, I don't know what it is. . .

What 1 Trillion looks like

A Classic

2009-03-11T23:50:00.003-04:00

It has been a while since this graced my inbox, but I can honestly say I laughed as hard this time as I did when I first read it. (sorry, i ain't doing illustrative pictures for this. . . )

I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week. Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am. I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45 AM. The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any time to spare.

As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the full effort.. So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in that area to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment.

I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in. Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or some other place a million miles away. I was a little surprised when the doctor said, "My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?"

I didn't respond.

After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day was normal. Some shopping, cleaning, and cooking.

After school when my 6 year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, 'Mommy, where's my washcloth?' I told her to get another one from the cupboard.

She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my
glitter and sparkles saved inside it."

Never going back to that doctor. Ever!

Why You Don't Want to Choke in the South

2009-03-11T21:49:00.002-04:00

One day in a diner in the deep south, a lady choked on a morsel of food that she had been eating.

Two rednecks nearby saw the commotion and tried to help.

The first one asked her, "Are you a-chokin'?"

She held her throat and shook her head "yes."

Then, he asked, "Can ya breath?"

Turning blue, and obviously in distress, she shook her head "no."

The second redneck said, "I knows 'xactly what to do."

With that, he jumped up, ran over to the women, hiked up her dress, yanked down her drawers and licked her left buttcheek.

Out of shock and indignation at what had just happened, the morsel of food came flying out and the woman was able to breath.

The first redneck looked at his buddy and said, "Wow, Billy Bob. I'd always a-heard 'bout that hind-lick manoover, but I'd never seen it in action."

Some Things

2009-03-09T10:20:00.002-04:00

There are some things I am pretty good at. I can play trumpet fairly well (no where as well as I used to be able to), I like the sweet tea I make, I do okay at photography, I read well, and I can flat out teach almost anything.

However, I downright stink at chess.

Seriously.

I'm bad. Very, very, very bad.

See that widget there on the right? Don't let it fool you. It says "challenge me," but what it really means is "Click here for an easy win!"

:P

Oh well, I suppose it is okay, if I were good at chess, I would be a truly intimidating force.

Chess keeps me humble.

I Will if You Will

2009-03-05T13:44:00.003-05:00

This "challenge" was issued in the comments a few days ago by the Rambling Prophet.

It has been years since someone threw that particular gauntlet down to me, but over the course of several insomnia-haunted nights, I remembered several instances rather clearly.

Most (re -- all) of the most vivid memories included two brothers in the neighborhood -- Anthony and his younger sibling, Patrick. Anthony and I were the same age, and Patrick was two or three years younger. Their grandmother lived (and still lives) two doors down from my mom, and they lived at the bottom of the road.

The stink bombs in the neighbor's mailbox.

There was the time we were swinging on a grapevine hanging from a tree. All was well, and fun, until it broke. . .

Ahhh, Skoal bandits. For those of you not well-versed in pre-pubescent redneck life, skoal bandits were little packets of skoal smokeless tobacco. All the nicotine, none of the messy black specks on your teeth. Yep, I've dipped. There's my world-wide confession. Patrick and I were fine. Anthony got sick as a dog.

Riding our bikes and playing army on Sewer Plant Road. The road also went through the middle of a large cow pastures with lots of cows. Ever ridden as fast as possible only to lock your brakes in a "pile?" Or riding through a fresh pile? Why my mom never got mad at what I was doing to my clothes is beyond me!!

But, the most vivid in my mind is the time Anthony and Patrick said, "If we ride down the hill, will you?" Now, they did not have to designate what was "the hill." We lived at the base of a mountain; there were plenty of hills, but "the" in "the hill" was this one.

Only 27 years ago, there wasn't all that "growth", that huge pine tree, or pavement. It was red clay dirt, going straight down, into a ditch and ending on a dirt road.

The rational answer would be, "No."
The simple answer would be, "No."
The obvious answer would be, "No."

So my obvious answer was, "You go first and I'll do it."

So, we went up the driveway that would take us to the top. Anthony went down and Patrick followed with some mad skillz that would make Ned Overend (google him) proud.

Then, it was my turn. The girl with the attitude. The girl with something to prove. The girl with pride.

Only unbeknownst to said female, Anthony and Patrick had been practicing and understood perfectly the concept of going down on an angle and slightly breaking but allowing the wheels to roll some as well.

I took a deep breath, pushed off and. . .

"Are you alive?" the next thing I remember is lying on my back in the middle of the road looking up at two blond heads staring at me as if I had just dropped in from outerspace. Based on their recollection, that may not have been too much an exaggeration.

So much for attitude and pride. I had started out good, but within the first few inches, accelerated beyond control, hit the bottom of the ditch, flipped over the handle bars and landed on my back in the middle of the dirt road.

Ouch.

So, Tony, if it is all the same to you, I think I'll pass this time!

(And is it any wonder I have a fear of heights and could never ride down steep hills later when, as an adult, I got bit by Bernard's mountain biking bug)

+++++++++++++++++++++

Serious, sad warning.

+++++++++++++++++++++

There is just something not right when the people from your childhood die. Trooper Anthony, it doesn't seem real that it has been over 5 years, but that is what the calendar says, so it must be so. I'm thankful we had those early years together, and the friendship we shared.

Hope

2009-03-03T21:57:00.002-05:00

My photo assignment for the month of March is HOPE.

Long story shortened, I have some friends who are founders of BT Buddies. As a fundraiser, and to raise awareness of brain tumours, they are doing a coffee table style book portraying HOPE.

Also, our local paper is having a photo contest for Easter with the theme of, you guessed it, HOPE.

The book project is one that is dear to me as I lost a high school classmate, a co-worker, and a college professor to cancer that ended up in their brains. :( I am wanting to do a shot in memory of them, so I want it to be GOOD.

I just can't get an idea. :(

Help?

What a Difference a Day Makes

2009-03-02T21:02:00.003-05:00

There have been times in my life where I was so down and discouraged that it was all I could do to say, "God, I can't do this anymore. Help me, please." That was the prayer. Nothing fancy, eloquent, or even very specific.

I was reminded of this during yesterday's sermon. I don't remember exactly what Mark said, but what I heard (that should encourage all you preacher types) was, "You may have been discouraged, and asked God to help you. He will help you."

And I realized something. I prayed this prayer just a few days ago. I don't feel like that now. I cannot identify the exact moment it lifted, it just did. I believe that was God.

Our recent snow further illustrated this for me. When we got home from church yesterday (finally), this is what it looked like off of our front porch --

(this is in color, btw)
Gray, bleak, stormy looking.

Approximately 18 hours later, this was my view--

Give God time to make the gray skies blue.

2009-02-27T21:23:00.000-05:00

My daddy was many things, but one of the things he was best at, I think, was wood carvings. He made a lot of these little boots, as well as ducks, deer, bear, snakes, etc.

(I was moving these boots to take a picture and discovered that one of them is full of teeth. I was slightly unnerved until my nephew Sawyer told me that that is where he and his oldest brother, Brayden, keep the teeth they lose.)

2009-02-27T09:43:00.001-05:00

A friend of mine has a request for his son ----

He has been asked to survey people that live in the United States using only three questions. The more responses he gets the better the grade. It is a political poll but no personal information is needed except for what state in which you reside. He has been asked to do this from now through the end of March. The questions are the same questions a lot of media polls ask but the purpose of this assignment is to take away the bias of the media and see what mainstream Americans are saying without the possible influence that the media may have upon the results.

I would love to see him get 10,000+ unique responses but the only way for that to happen is with your help, pass the link to others you know, and have them to do the same. The survey only has three questions (four counting the state you in which you reside) and should take less than 10 seconds to complete.

The survey is here

When Worship Music

2009-02-21T12:10:00.003-05:00

Isn't.

Jesus is a Friend of Mine. He really is.

This song isn't.

And, well, it isn't praise and worship, and it isn't supposed to be, but I was reminded of this video last night during a conversation about what happens when "old" people try to be hip with the young people.

Definitely isn't.

And, definitely ISN'T. (Just a note, this was originally removed from youtube, so it may disappear at some point)

Happy Valentine's Day

2009-02-20T12:17:00.004-05:00

A week late. I'm trying to get caught up here. My other blog Through the Windshield is also desperately behind, and I am hoping to remedy that, at least in part, today.

Times being what they are, and finances being what they are, Bernard and I just went out to eat and to the bookstore (by ourselves!!!). We decided on Cheddar's and after a wait of about 35 minutes, ate until we were literally stuffed. I'm not sure, but I vaguely remember Bernard rolling me out of there. But, oh man, it was good!!!

(Mushy warning ahead)
I know a lot of women who are married to men who are simply jerks. And, they don't mind being jerks to their wife in front of her friends and/or coworkers. That irks me beyond belief. Their husbands are thoughtless, obsessive, paranoid, and just generally crass.

I'm NOT married to one of them.

My husband is awesome. Yes, he has his faults, but they are small compared to many. Also, his attributes so far outweigh the faults it is not funny. He is more than willing to admit fault and say, "I'm sorry," and I have never felt unloved, or unwanted. I've also never had to question his faithfulness to me and the family, and he is truly a man of integrity. If he says it, he means it, and if he promises it, he will deliver.

So, Bernard, it is a bit late, but this is for you --

Out of the Mouths. . .

2009-02-20T11:54:00.002-05:00

This conversation occurred while I was fixing lunch for the sprogs today.

Princess: Mama, how does Jesus live in our hearts?

Me: (Not entirely surprised, she has been asking this question A LOT lately). Well, when we ask Jesus to forgive our sins, and become our Savior, he lives in our hearts.

Princess: But, MAMA, how does he get food there? Does he make it go from our stomach to our hearts so that he can have something to eat?????

Disconnect

2009-02-10T23:10:00.002-05:00

Through the years, I've had the opportunity to see what it is like to be part of a preacher's family, without actually having been married to, or the child of, a preacher.

One event I remember, is that in college, my best friend was a preacher's kid. One summer, I was invited to go on the family vacation to Hilton Head, SC with them. They knew that a member of the congregation was very sick, but her dad decided to go anyway. He went for one day, had to come back home the next, preach the funeral the next, and made it back to Hilton Head for the last full day of vacation. :/

We have several family members that are preachers.

Through the years, we've had the privilege of being friends with pastors and their families (both of our own church and outside of our church).

I am in constant awe at how the family has to share their husband and daddy. However, what I experienced Sunday was unlike anything I've ever felt, or imagined feeling. I can't say that I liked it. :/

Long, very convoluted, story short, our pastor resigned last Wednesday night. He gave no notice, and my husband was chosen to fill in on Sunday morning. He is not a preacher. He has not been called to preach, and he made it a point to tell the congregation that he was "teaching," not preaching.

I had watched him prepare on Saturday. I knew roughly what he was going to address. Yet, while he was on stage (looking fine, I might add, though it is a bit non sequitur ) he became the "preacher" and I was just a member of the "congregation." Though we were still married, for the first time in our married life, his role for that 30 minutes or so was not as "husband."

I felt totally disconnected from him.

It was weird.

I became (and still am to some degree) a bit clingy. (I think he liked it at first, but is growing a bit weary of me hanging on to him all the time, now).

What I realized, though, is that the preacher's wife deals with that multiple times a week. For the women who can realize it, and for the pastors who know it, they can make a conscious effort to "reconnect" immediately.

But, if it is not realized, the disconnect carries from Sunday afternoon to Sunday night, and on Monday morning, each goes to work, or to do what they do, and they still have not reconnected.

Service after service.

Week after week.

Month after month.

Over time, the disconnect become "normal."

That's not cool. Or healthy.

If kids are in the house, I suspect it could be the same thing.

My prayer for all of my preacher friends, and their spouses, is that they connect each day, each week. That his wife is still his first ministry, and that he never forgets that. That his kids know him as daddy, first and foremost, and as preacher secondarily.

And, I continue to pray that the strain of the ministry in the church doesn't become a strain in the marital relationship.

Happy Birthday, Princess

2009-02-08T22:36:00.004-05:00

My baby turned 4 today.

(around 11 days)

(around 7 months old)

(learning to pose early)

(18 months at Myrtle Beach. She LOVED the ocean. Especially when the waves knocked her over and swirled her around underneath the water. Oh yea, that was *fun.* At the end of the week, I looked at Bernard and said, "We are not coming back to the beach until both kids can swim." Travis has a healthy respect for the water. Kristi thinks she can swim.)

Kristi is, well, Kristi. At the ripe old age of four years old, she has all the answers and can provide you the questions as well. :) I could say a lot of things about Kristi, but here is a letter I wrote to her last year.

My dearest, most precious Princess Kristiana,

In the three years that you have crawled, walked, ran, and even engulfed this earth, I am amazed at how quickly you learn, and how adept you are at applying what you learn. You are absolutely beautiful, and the world seems captivated by your charming, chipped-tooth smile and sparkling blue eyes. You make people smile with you antics, and that is good.

However, as 3 turns to 4 and 5 and older, it might not be as cute. In light of that, can we please lay down some ground rules?

1. What goes up, will come back down. This includes, but is definitely not limited to, stuffed animals in the ceiling fans, golf balls, frisbees, food, and you. Yep. If you jump, you will land. The higher you jump, the harder you will land. I know that you think pink casts are "cute," and I know that you were absolutely, unabashedly impressed with Dr. Hedric and Ruth (especially) at Blue Ridge Bone and Joint, but that does not mean we need to make annual, or bi-annual visits there. Please, stop jumping off of the furniture. You cannot fly. I know this for a fact. I am a mama.

2. What goes in, will come out. One end or the other. I promise. When mama says, "Don't put that in your mouth," please listen. I am waiting for me to become a penny richer, and you a penny poorer.

3. Clothes are for wearing. I am very proud that you can put your own clothes on (even backwards). I am also proud that you can take them off. That means you are getting to be a big girl. However, there are rules that our society expects you to follow. At home, a diaper is fine. But, when mama's students arrive, you really need to keep your clothes on. Hannah and Elizabeth don't mind, but I think it may kinda bother Trail, McKinley and Seth. Also, it really alarms me when the preacher says "Amen," and I look up only to see you standing there grinning -- with nothing but your diaper on. When the grown ups are praying, please keep your clothes on.

4. The animals. Please be kind to the animals. Boomer, our dog, likes to play fetch. Chopper, the fish, does not. Please don't try to play with him, it makes him nervous.

5. Paper. Paper is very good for writing. And you are writing very well. You make the cutest little circles. But, this means write on the paper. Not the wall, the desks, the table, mama's business stuff, daddy's church stuff, the computer monitor, music books, or the pews at church. Especially not with those cool black Sharpie pens that daddy uses for work.

6. The refrigerator is NOT a good hiding place for your toys. Or you, either, for that matter.

7. Neither is the trash can.

8. You talk very well. And everyone can understand almost all of what you say. This is good. Sort of. Please don't tell everyone everything that Brooks or your brother says. Calling your Sunday School teacher (even if it is just me) a dweeb isn't nice.

9. I know Brayden, Chase, Sawyer and Brooks like to play tackle football. Travis does as well. However, they are bigger than you. Much bigger. You cannot tackle them. Please stop trying. Also, don't let them tackle you. They will hurt you, even if they don't mean to.

Kristi, I love you.
Mom

Now, where did you go?

Birthday Number ONE:

NUMBER FOUR

Happy Birthday, Princess

In the Beginning

2009-02-05T17:20:00.002-05:00

In the beginning, God. . . .

IF that was all the Bible said, I think I could find peace in it. Before there was time, before there was sin, before there was anything, there was God.

AND, it doesn't end there. God is NOW and God will always BE. Nothing outlasts Him; nothing outsmarts Him; nothing confounds Him; nothing confuses Him; nothing alarms Him.

Ummmm. . . . . .

2009-01-30T22:07:00.003-05:00

Anyone that knows me even a little bit knows that in the kitchen, I am a disaster waiting to happen.

To say the least, I am culinarily challenged. I choose to think my skills lie elsewhere, thankyouverymuch.

So, last night, I decided to make chocolate chip cookies. From scratch.

I also had an idea I wanted to try. I put a little spoonful of chipless cookie batter on the cookie sheet, sat a kiss on it, then covered it up with more batter. My thoughts were that it would be cool to have this cookie and when you bit into it, would find wonderful chocolate-y, gooey goodness.

But, I forgot how chocolate chip cookies "spread" as they cook. I think I needed thicker batter. :)

Anyway, here are the cookies. I have several names for them, none of which my husband approves.

hahahahahahahahahahahaha breathe, breathe, hahahahahahahahahahhaha.

Gray Days

2009-01-28T23:20:00.004-05:00

If it is going to be gray in January, I want snow, not rain. :) Of course, today would have been a BAD day for nasty weather because Bernard was on the road. Still, though.

Of course, the weather kinda matches my mood. :P

Last night was the first night in over a week that I didn't have a dream where I was trying to hold back a rolling car, being washed over by waves at high tide, driving in a flood, swimming in deep water and not getting up to breath, or something similar. I'm not one to do "dream interpretation," but I have been feeling fairly overwhelmed lately, and I think it is smacking me in my sleep.

My pictures are also showing it, somewhat. For the past week, even my color shots have been black and white. No kidding.

These shots, for example, were shot in color. Processed, and never converted to black and white, but still . . . .

I believe it is time for me to "Be still, and know that HE IS GOD."

No matter what the future holds, it is okay. He will take care of my family, and whatever His plan, if the status quo for my life does change, it will be for the better in the long run.

Scary? Very much so. At least for me. I don't like change. Heck, I'm not all hot fired happy over "challenges" in life. So at this point, when things *could* stay the same, or they *could* change majorily, I have to trust God. If I try to deal with it on my own, I will fighting those waves for quite some time.

It IS time for me to be still.

Is His Education Failing Him?

2009-01-27T10:15:00.002-05:00

or is he a helpless Romeo?

One of Trav's assignments this morning was to complete a nursery rhyme with a spelling word.

1. Georgie Porgie, puddin' and pie
Kissed the girls and made them _________________.

He read it, looked up at me, and said, "Sigh?"

I said, "no, look at the list of your words."

He read through them and said, "Cry?"

"WHY WOULD THE GIRLS CRY?????"

Hmmmmmm

2009-01-26T20:57:00.002-05:00

Only when processing this picture did I realize the inherent "danger" I put myself in. . . . .