Thursday, July 31, 2008

overreacting?


While out shopping today in a few department stores, I was extremely disappointed with some things that I heard and saw. The first store that I stopped in had some really cute things on sale, so I was excited I stopped by. I already had an item in my hand that I intended to purchase when I noticed what was playing on the store's 'radio'. It was the usual shopping music but then a commercial of sorts came on. It was a lady's voice, like the one you hear on many GPS systems. She was saying, "Don't dress preppy - that's not cool." OK, I thought that was kinda dumb. Then she says "Go to www. whatever. com" (I don't remember the exact address) then she says, "But don't ask your mom, 'cause you're too old for that." WHAT? EXCUSE ME? Don't ask your mom?! That really ticked me off. I ask to see the store manager. I am totally keeping my cool, not at all showing the frustration that I'm feeling. The manager approaches me. She looks MAYBE 18 or 19 years old. Well, I tell her, "I'm really disappointed. There are a lot of cute things in here, but I'm bothered by what was said on the radio. You probably don't even realize or pay attention to what's being said since you hear it all day." She nods. I then tell her what I just told you about the "don't tell your mom" thing. She said, "It was probably just talking about..." and then she turns her head away from me, distracted by something or someone else, so I didn't really catch what she said. I then told her that I simply did not appreciate anyone telling my kid not to come to me, so I would no longer be shopping there and I wanted her to know why. I then thanked her for listening to me and I left. That wasn't the end of my disappointment for today. The LAST store that I went into looked OK at first. It was your usual teeny bopper kind of place, loud music, lots of T-shirts and low waisted pants, but what bothered me there was a specific black T-shirt with different colored letters written on the front of this shirt in the GIRLS SECTION that read, "I kissed a girl, and I liked it!". OK! I won't be going there again, either. So what do you think? Did I overreact?

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

heavy heart

My heart is heavy today. I don't know that I will be able to fully express the reason. I only know that my heart is heavy, my soul is burdened and it's for the body of Christ. We're not working together, if in fact we're working at all. It's like we're a bunch of scattered ants, running around in a frenzy knowing we're supposed to be at work, but something came down on us, and now we've forgotten how to get back into formation and do the job we're called to do.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

more camping memories to share


Since I laughed at myself in the last post, I thought I'd toss a chuckle or two my husband's way. For those of you who know him, you'll agree, he is a very funny and fun-loving guy. I get tickled just watching him laugh at his own jokes. When we were camping last weekend, we made a daily stop at the pool. The campground we usually choose to stay at has two pools, one indoor and one outdoor. It's really nice! The kids don't like putting on sunscreen, so we always use the indoor pool (which bugs me 'cause I want a tan, but oh well). I rarely get in the pool (inside) because the water is much colder than the other pool, but Dwight is always right in there with the kids. This one time we went Dwight started doing his can-opener jump thing, much to the delight of the kids. Maybe I should explain a can-opener jump. It's when you jump in holding onto one bent leg while the other one is straight down. The way Dwight lands in the water always make a huge splash - I mean a geyser accompanied by a tidal wave! It's so fun to watch - and you'd better expect to get sprayed. Well the indoor pool has rafters overhead, and the kids always like to see how high the water splashes. This day there were several other older kids and teens using the indoor pool also, and when Dwight made his hugmongous splash they were all yelling, "Whoa! Did you see that?", "It went up to the ceiling!" and things like that. So then they start trying to copy his technique, but their scrawny little bodies just don't have the same effect. Well, after they try several times, Dwight pipes in and tries to explain to them the angle at which their body needs to hit the water in order to achieve the desired results. I'm sitting on the side chuckling inwardly thinking that they're getting can-opener 101 lessons today. Well, they just can't grasp what he's trying to tell them, so they beg him to demonstrate again. Of course, it didn't take much begging. ;0) So Dwight does his thing, and then one of the kids call him, "The Old Guy", only he says it like it's a badge of honor or something. It was so funny! Dwight didn't hear them call him that, so after several of his demonstrations and their exclamations of "watch The Old Guy!", I couldn't help but ask him if he knew that was his new title. Of course, he thinks it's funny, too. Now we're not 'old', but apparently we're at the age that teenagers consider us so. But, hey, they can't do a can-opener like my Old Guy!

Thursday, July 24, 2008

My life flashed before my eyes


One of the things we did while were away over the weekend was to go to a water park. I don't really know what the name of the ride is called (maybe the "Sidewinder" but I'm not sure) we refer to it as "The Drop". First you stand in line to wait for a tube to ride in. Then you stand in another line to get to the top of the ride where you will literally be pushed over the edge and drop four stories! Now, while I'm waiting in this line, which happens to be aluminum or steel winding stairs (whose bright idea was THAT to have metal stairs to wait on in the sweltering heat and the sun shining down!?) I'm just looking around people watching to keep my mind off of what I'm about to do. Haley is the one who begged and begged and coerced me into going. Of course Dwight, Dawson and his buddy were right along there trying to convince me of how fun this will be. So I'm people watching and minding my own business, hopping from one foot to the other to try and avoid getting blisters on my feet, when Dawson says something like, "Hey, Mom. You're about to fall four stories!". "Thanks, son, I appreciate the reminder, now SHUT UP!" Of course I didn't say the "shut up" part out loud. We finally get to the top. Haley and I are the first out of our group to go. We are at the edge and I start reciting, "The Lord is my shepherd. The Lord is my shep------herrr---AAGHHHHHHH!" I thought I was falling to my death! Seriously, I couldn't stop screaming and (sorry to add this visual) the bottom of my swim suit was coming off! So, not only am I holding on for dear life, I am now worried about dying with my hiney showing for all the world to see! Oh, and don't forget the humiliating experience of trying to get out of this two-person ring without looking like an injured wildebeest! Ah, yes, family time - good times - NOT! BTW - it doesn't look as bad as I described it to be, but trust me - it's a long way to fall for scaredy cats like me!

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

My Sweet Boy


It's been a while since I wrote, hasn't it? It's because I haven't really had much to say. My family and I went camping over the weekend. It was a nice little get away. My son's birthday was Sunday, but it didn't feel like it because we didn't have a birthday cake or a bunch of gifts for him to open. We had his one big gift from us that we gave him, a Kick-n-Go scooter in red, but most of his other gifts were cards and money sent from family. He got those when we returned home. He is such a sweet boy. He never once complained that there was no cake or 'party'. In fact, he thought the camping trip and day at the water park was his gift from us! When his grandmother called on his birthday to wish him happy birthday and she told him that she and Granddaddy had money for him, Dawson told her that she didn't have to give him anything. How sweet is that? Then when we actually got home and he received his money from his grandparents, he told them, "That's too much money!" I'm so thankful that my son is thankful, grateful and content (at least for the moment anyway).

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Speed Reading God's Word


I'm not sure how lengthy this post will be. I've been struggling with how to explain my thought process on this. I've noticed, and it frustrates me, that when I'm reading something, for example, an article in a Christian magazine, or even a Bible study lesson, that when a certain verse is given as a reference, I speed read or simply scan over the Bible verse. I'm not really sure why I do this. Do I think that I know God's word too well? Of course not! Am I in a hurry? Probably. But why? If I'm reading Christian articles, or doing a Bible study, then why would I do such a thing? Isn't learning God and His word my main objective? You would think so. Today I was reading through the list of "After Eden" comic strips on one of my favorite websites, Answers In Genesis (link on my sidebar also). When I came across the strips that actually used Scripture I found myself doing the scan thing again. Once I noticed this, however, I forced myself to slow down and intentially read the given Scripture. I just don't understand why I do this. I think it is really disrespectful of me to speed read God's word! Even though for the most part I still understand/retain what I'm reading, I just think it shows a lack of fear and awe for God and the Bible when I apply this method to Scripture. Am I the only one who does this? Well, starting now, I'm not going to allow this in my life any more.

Monday, July 7, 2008

broccoli, spiders and worms - oh my!

Just in case you're wondering how the garden is doing, I'm here to inform you that it is doing very well - praise be to God! The zucchini is starting to slow down - mainly thanks to that wascally wabbit that invaded my garden a couple of weeks ago. The squash is still doing well. I froze several of them both as well as some creamed corn.
The tomatoes are finally beginning to ripen, the corn is delicious and the cucumbers are coming in by the bucket loads! Today I also harvested some green beans and broccoli.
The broccoli, however, had several little visitors that didn't want to let go. They were itty bitty green catepillar looking worms holding on for dear life to the broccoli heads. I didn't even noticed these guys until I began washing the veggies. I was closely inspecting (thank goodness) the broccoli and noticed them squirming about - yuck! There were two to three of these buggers on one little broccoli head. It made me wonder how many worms we have unknowlingly eaten in the past. There was also a spider, but he drowned more easily than the worms did. Needless to say it wasn't very appetizing.


Tonight we had corn on the cob, cucumbers and grape tomatoes to go along with our BBQ. It is very gratifying to eat of the food we have sown and harvested.



God is good!


Friday, July 4, 2008

Spiritual Beating


Today I've really had a struggle and I know it's been of a spiritual nature. I had a good night's sleep. I awoke ready to face the day, then WHAM! I felt a blow within me. I am a blemish to Christianity. Because of my past bouts with depression I have tainted the name of Christ and His followers. Instead of walking around with a scarlet "A" on my shoulder, I don a huge red "D" for "depressed", "depraved", "dispondant" or simply "doubt". How could I possibly think that I can be a witness to anyone about the astounding saving power of Jesus, when I, a supposed believer, have struggled time and time again with depression. How can I, frequent dweller of the pit, possibly consider sharing the good news with anyone when I know full well that when something terrible happens to me it will probably knock the faith right out of me - again?! That's what was going on in my head today. I wept as images of loved ones who I know need Jesus as Savior passed before my eyes and I felt helpless to do anything about it. I wept because these loved ones have seen me in the pit, scratching the sides of the miry clayed walls, sinking further with every attempt to escape. I wept because I felt that I have damaged the name of Jesus and His saving, healing power. I wept because I did not embrace the chains and shackles of pain and suffering as so many others in Christ have done and do each day. I wept because I felt like a hypocrite of the worst sort. I knew these thoughts were demonic. I knew I was being attacked, and so I called on a few friends who I knew would pray for me the instant I asked them. Little by little the guilt subsided and the feeling of defeat dwindled away. I began to feel stronger. I opened my Bible and began reading in Psalms. If you're one of those people who think that the Bible is outdated, has nothing to offer you or our culture, our time, well... you've never read Psalms. The book of Psalms covers every aspect of life. This book has been my lifeline more times than I can recall. I will share with you one in particular that has comforted me today after this battle.

Psalm 42

As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me all day long, "Where is your God?"
These things I remember as I pour out my soul: how I used to go with the multitude, leading the procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and thanksgiving among the festive throng.
Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.
My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon - from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me.
By day the LORD directs his love, at night his song is with me - a prayer to the God of my life.
I say to God my Rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?"
My bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long, "Where is your God?"
Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God."

This chapter spoke to me because the author has gone through pretty much what I felt today. He thirsts for God and wants to live for God. He also had times when all he could do was cry and wonder where God was. He remembers days when he was happy and even the leader of festivities. Then he is asking himself, "What's wrong with me? Why am I so depressed? I have hope in God. I will praise Him." He remembers that God is with him, even when he doesn't feel God. Then there is the battle - the author asks God why He is allowing the enemy to oppress him. "Where is your God?" they ask. Today I felt that if I were to share God with my loved ones, that they would think, probably not verbalize, but think, "Where was your God when you were hospitalized for nearly killing yourself? Why would I want God if even you felt like that?" So, the battle went on. Yes, I was suicidal not long ago, but if it were NOT FOR GOD, I would have succeeded. I would have gone through with it without a second thought. I wouldn't have been hospitalized because I would have been DEAD! But Satan doesn't want me thinking like that, he wants me to think that because of my past struggles I am worthless and nonusable for God's kingdom. Well, that's a bold faced lie! It's because of my struggles that I can relate to others who struggle. It's because of my struggles that Jesus is high and lifted up - glorified! If Jesus loves and saves a wretch like me, then He truly can save and WILL save anyone who asks Him to! So, as the psalmist ends his song, so will I end, "Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God."




Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Hola!

¿Ha desprotegido mi nuevo "español Palabra del Día" en la barra de lado a la derecha? Estoy intentando aprender tanto como sea posible. Espero que tome el tiempo para mirada en las palabras en españoles y incorporar su banco de memoria. Nunca se sabe cuando usted podrá saber cómo decir ciruela en español! ¡ Tienen un gran día!

Translation:

Have you checked out my new "spanish word of the day" on the side bar to the right? I am trying to learn as much as possible. I hope you take the time to glance at the Spanish words and incorporate them into your memory bank. You never know when you'll need to know how to say "plum" in Spanish! Have a great day! BTW - I learned all of this just from reading the word of the day every day for however many words there are in this paragraph! No - really! LOL!