Thankful Thursday: Time and Tasks

It seems I never have enough time. It seems that my to do list never lacks tasks.

It would seem that there is a disconnect between the two–too many tasks, too little time.

Yet whatever tasks I put on my list and whatever time I plan to have, God divinely ordains both–and ordains them such that I have exactly the time I need to fulfill the tasks He has for me.

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This week I’m thankful…

…for an extra snatch of time to visit my folks in Lincoln this weekend–to see a movie together, to sit and chat, to eat with what family is still in Nebraska

…for a recipe for cobbler that just fit the time I had for it on Sunday morning

…for a delightful time of celebrating with my flock–just enjoying one another’s company at a potluck after church

…for early mornings at work and the extra productivity they bring

…for earlier returns home and the relaxation that brings

…for a reminder to bathe before Bible study last night

…for a riotous after-Bible-study discussion (which made me really glad I’d bathed before–we didn’t get home ’til midnight!)

…for early morning awakenings (I’m so grateful to have not overslept!)

…for ridiculously busy days at work and the grace I’m learning to extend to myself (Going home after ten hours even if all my work’s not done)

…for the anticipation of this weekend, when I’ll sit down with one of our elders and his wife to discuss doctrine and church membership

And I’m thankful again for the God who sovereignly directs both my tasks and my time, fitting each together to accomplish His divine plan.


Friction

I adore Three Star Night’s fantastic web-comic format

I was contemplating friction on one of my commutes on perilously icy roads…

and I just knew I wanted to share it using TSN’s format:

You can move in a low-friction environment...but you can't steer. Friction makes movement purposeful.

Original Photograph: by treedork found on flickr under CC2.0 This work is released under the similar CC3.0 license.

In the interest of full disclosure, said incident (driving on icy roads) was last month. It’s been lovely weather here recently–and my commute has been smooth with just the right amount of friction to keep me safely on the road heading in the right direction.

I only recently made the time to find a photo to stick my reflections on–which is why you’re enjoying(?) this post in the midst of an unseasonably bright and sunny February (that is scheduled to end today, if I read my weather report right.)


Nightstand (February 2011)

I feel like I’ve slid comfortably back into my reading groove this month, probably because I’ve given myself permission to ignore the internet and cleaning. So, my house may be filthy and my Google Reader rather stuffed–but my Nightstand is still moving!

Crate of library books

This month, I made it through:

Anastasia Krupnik by Lois Lowry
Picked up while trolling the library for unfamiliar children’s fiction. Not sure exactly what I think of it. I wonder if Anastasia Krupnik, published in 1979, was the origin of brat literature for youngsters? It’s definitely not the “good kids get into scrapes because they forget/ignore the rules/common-sense while chasing a mystery” of the era prior (Think Boxcar children, Trixie Belden, etc.) Anastasia’s parents, a poet and an artist, are indulgently negligent; Anastasia is an only child, a precocious soul, and a brat. Hmmph.

Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery
I finished it only a few days late for that wrap-up post for Carrie’s L.M. Montgomery Reading challenge.

Baby Proof by Emily Giffin
Chick lit of a different sort. She’s got the guy. Finally found someone who agrees with her about not wanting kids. And then he decides he might just want a little one. And she divorces him. She is NOT going to have kids. Decentish on the chick-lit level, a step above Bridget Jones and Shopaholic, but still far from meaningful.

Bright-sided : how the relentless promotion of positive thinking has undermined America by Barbara Ehrenreich
Possibly the first book to ever merit zero stars in my highly subjective rating system. It could have been a good book, if Ehrenreich had kept her socio-political agenda out of it. But I think that’s one hope that I’ve just got to let die. She can’t do it.

Composting by Liz Ball
Yes. I read about composting. I compost in my backyard. I used to have composting worms under my sink. And I catch the humor in discussing a “hot pile” just a little too late to keep me from seriously explaining how the ratio of carbon to nitrogen effects the heat of said piles. I’m glad the Bible study gals (and John) are willing to accept me, quirks and all!

The Memory Keeper’s Daughter by Kim Edwards
You know those books that just suck you in and demand that you keep reading until all hours of the morning? The Memory Keeper’s Daughter is one of those. It’s all about how one choice changed a whole family, rippled out to affect whole communities. It’s a terrific story. This book originally went on my TBR list based on Colloquium’s review.

Warsaw Requiem and London Refrain by Bodie Thoene
My love affair with these books continues. It’s probably a good thing that I’ve forced some balance into my reading diet by giving myself a rubric for checking things out. Otherwise, I’m pretty sure I’d be reading these and only these until I’m through to the end!

Wasteland by Francesca Lia Block
Easily the weirdest book I’ve ever read. Written in first person stream of consciousness from three different characters perspective, this novel explores a brother and sister who struggle against a growing attraction for one another before, finally, the brother commits suicide. The plot is weird, the writing style is weird, the imagery within is weird. It’s just a weird book. Billed as YA, this is nothing I’ll be recommending to any of my “young adult” (read “teenage”) friends.

18 (at least) Children’s Picture Books author name BA-BASE
Unlike Carrie’s reading challenge, where she skips any books that aren’t at the library when she and her family goes, my challenge means I have to actually read EVERY book in my no-longer-local branch. So I’ve been playing catch up, filling in those missing books I didn’t read during my first pass.

Pile of books I'm in the middle of

With four weeks left on this last trip’s library haul, I’ve got a stack I’m in the middle of…

  • Confessions by St. Augustine
  • The factastic book of 1001 lists by Russell Ash
  • Now, Discover Your Strengths by Marcus Buckingham and Donald O. Clifton
  • The Liturgical Year by Joan Chittister and Phyllis Tickle
  • The Pursuit of Holiness by Jerry Bridges
  • The Shallows by Nicholas Carr

And a stack in the wings for when I’m done with those!

Still to be read books

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WiW: The Bridge across the Chasm

The Week in Words

A stone of stumbling.

A rock of offense.

The only way to God the Father
is through Jesus Christ the Son.

“I sought the way to get the strength to be able to enjoy You, but I did not find it until I embraced
the mediator between God and men,
The man Christ Jesus,
who is above all things, God forever blessed;
He who cries out and says,
I am the way and the truth and the life;
who mixes with flesh the food that I was to weak to receive–
for the Word became flesh
so that Your wisdom, through which you created all things
might nourish us in our infancy like milk.”

~St. Augustine Confessions

Augustine wanted Jesus to be just a man or simply God. Jesus as God incarnate, fully God and fully man, scared him.

Yet try as he might to bridge the chasm between he and God, Augustine found that the only sufficient bridge is Christ, the Incarnate Son of God.

“I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life, no one come to the Father except by Me.”

~John 14:6

Don’t forget to take a look at Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”, where bloggers collect quotes they’ve read throughout the week.


Now I know my A-B-C’s

A
Annoyance:
Memes that ask about crushes

B
Brand of cell phone:
Samsung

C
Car:
Luci
a 1999 (I think) Subaru Legacy

D
Day or Night:
Those ephemeral moments in between, when the sun awakes from its sleep or prepares for its rest–and the rest of the world follows suit.

E
Eggs:
Fried crisp in massive amounts of fat, on top of of buttered whole wheat toast.

F
Favorite Month:
Not sure.

G
Graduated:
2003, 2007, and someday (?)

H
Height:
5’9″ or 5’10”

I
Ice Cream:
Butter Brickle (or Raspberry Cow Tracks with dark chocolate)

J
Job:
In-house dietitian for a long-term-care facility (and consultant for two other LTCs)

K
Kids:
Someday, should the Lord will
As many as He wills
Preferably more than five

L
Longest Car Ride:
Either to Monterrey, Mexico and Back
Or to London, Ontario via Chicago and back around the Great Lakes

M
Milk Flavor:
I don’t like flavored milk
unless it’s hot.
Then, I love any kind
Peach with almond.
Chocolate with mint.
Hazelnut and caramel.
Mmmmm….

N
Number of Siblings:
Six

O
One Wish:
That I would grow in the likeness of Christ.

P
Part of Your Appearance You Like Best:
I pretty much love my body.
Particularly my crooked nose
and my supraclavicular fossae
and my long arms
and… well, I won’t go into the rest right here

Q
Quote:
“My circumstances are not my life. Christ Jesus is my life.”

R
Reason to Smile:
The Prophet like Moses has come, and He I have heard
The Great High Priest has sacrificed, and in Him I am covered
The King reigns, and I am His subject

S
Shoe:
Hot pink faux patent leather flats

T
Time You Woke Up:
Six

U
Umbrella design/Color:
Black with white fleur-de-lis

V
Vegetable You Hate:
I do not hate vegetables.
I love food.

W
Worst Habits:
Relying on myself.

X
X-Rays:
Teeth
Clavicle
Humerus and Ulna
Broken or carious.
Sad days.

Y
Year You Were Born:
The year after Anna
and before Joshua

Z
Zzzzz What time do you go to bed?:
Way too late.


Thankful Thursday: New and improved same old, same old

Producers are always eager to have buyers purchase the “new and improved” version of everything they see.

And some buyers are eager to get every “new and improved” version.

Others are more nostalgic, constantly longing for the “same old, same old”–and resisting new innovations whenever they come.

I prefer to grasp tight to the nostalgic past, reach towards the ever expanding future–and keep my feet firmly planted in today.

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This week I’m thankful…

…for the new and improved DVD player that showed up on my doorstep this morning. (I installed it this evening–and now, for the first time in quite a while, I can actually watch a DVD on my computer if I want to.)

…for the new and improved work schedule I’ve created for myself. (I get my work done so much better if I go into the office early, before others arrive. Now I just need to leave at a corresponding time instead of just staying ten or more hours.)

…for the new and improved book Now, Discover Your Strengths that my boss bought me (and the rest of her direct reports. Many people might be less than excited to have reading assigned them from a boss. I’m ecstatic.)

…for the same old same old Bible that I’ve been reading since my trip to Sweden in 2003. (It’s worn, it’s torn, it’s been dropped in the toilet–but it’s also got my notes, my underlinings, and memories of the peaks and the valleys God’s brought me through.)

…for the same old same old routines that make dealing with the less-routine parts of work life less bothersome (It’s amazing how routines impose their own calm amidst turmoil.)

…for the same old same old computer that I’ve been using since I started college–that hasn’t yet given up the ghost.

Most of all, I’m thankful for the One who is the same yesterday, today, and forever–but Who is so immense, so unfathomable that my knowledge of Him can be new and improved every day!


Who has time?

“Who has time?” Lisa asks about a couple who kissed for 46 hours.

I ask myself the same question when people talk about, well, just about anything these days.

“Who has time?”

Certainly not I.

I don’t have time to clean my house. I don’t have time to watch a movie. I don’t have time to do the projects I love. I don’t have time to read the books I so enjoy.

My work manages to take up as much time as I allow it, and I find that I might be a bit of a work-a-holic.

If I were an hourly employee, I wouldn’t have been able to come to work today because I’d already have exceeded my 40 hours in the week (Our pay periods end on Wednesdays.)

But I’m not an hourly employee–and I had some prep to do for a meeting at 10:30, so I was at work at 7 this morning.

Ten and a half hours later, I slung my bag onto my shoulder and left work.

Who has time?

Certainly not me.

I intended to only work 8 hours today.

I knew I had to be early. I knew I had to stay late. I planned on taking a couple hours out of the middle.

I realized my plans for long lunch were futile when I’d barely made a dent in my list of people to chart on by the time lunch rolled around–and I still had two meetings to attend in the afternoon.

Who has time?

Not me. Not two hours, definitely.

But I decided that even though I didn’t have time, I’d take some time today.

Usually when I go to work, I work from the moment I get there to the moment I leave at night. I eat at my desk while looking over weights or brainstorming new systems or talking over some detail with my dietary manager.

But today, I looked at my schedule and decided I’d make time.

I’d make what time I had.

I jaunted out to my car, put on my socks and tennies, and went for a walk.

I wandered the neighborhood. I found a road that took me to a corn field through which I could see my church (but that unfortunately did not go through, though that had been my original aim). I waved my hand and toodled a cheery hello to an old man out raking his lawn.

I returned to my desk refreshed, rejuvenated, alive.

I didn’t have the time. My list for tomorrow may be longer for having taken a half hour to walk today.

But my heart is lighter, my step springier, my life more blessed and more willing to bless.

I may not HAVE the time.

But I’m discovering that I HAVE to MAKE the time.

There’s not enough time to not take time for what’s important.

Make the time.

Make the most of the moments you have.

And head over to Lisa Notes… to read the reflection that inspired my reflections.


Best Books, BAR-None

I’m flying (er, floating) through the children’s picture book section of my library–and most recently I’ve been in the “BAR”s. There, I’ve found a few winners.

The Brambly Hedge Stories by Jill Barklem

Families of mice live their lives in Brambly Hedge, happily enjoying the busy work of the seasons.

Brambly Hedge Books

While preparing a recitation for the Midwinter’s celebration at Old Oak Palace, Primrose and Wilfred find a secret passage that leads to an incredible hidey-hole and marvelous costumes that they unveil during their recitation.

Dusty and Poppy get married, Poppy in the fancy dress she’s been preparing for months, Dusty in his fancy duds, unfortunately dusted with a fine (or heavy) coat of flour. As the wedding guests dance, the ropes holding the wedding raft fast break, sending the raft and wedding party floating down the stream until they gently bump into a leafy clump.

All of Brambly hedge is busy making preparations for the day’s picnic–and they don’t even seem to remember that it’s Wilfred’s birthday. Wilfred, being a polite little mouse, doesn’t want to make a big deal of himself, but he is a bit disappointed. So he’s more than a little surprised when, after carting a heavy picnic basket to the picnic, he opens it to discover a cake and presents! Turns out, the picnic was a surprise birthday party for HIM!

Primrose goes off wandering and stumbles into a dark, cold tunnel. She explores it excitedly until she’s absolutely lost–and then she starts to get scared. The menacing figures with lights coming down the hall don’t help at all. She hides in fear until she notices a limp that gives the figure away–it’s her Grandpa out looking for her!

But my favorite Brambly Hedge story is The High Hills where Wilfred dreams of being an adventurous explorer in the High Hills. He gets his big chance when Mr. Apple schedules a trip to the High Hills to deliver some blankets to the needy Voles. Wilfred packs his adventurer’s bag and starts off. When he and Mr. Apple get lost, Wilfred has his adventure. He’s called upon to save the day–and safely deliver he and Mr. Apple back to Brambly Hedge. Wilfred is scared, but his preparations pay off.

Brambly Hedge Illustrations

The Brambly Hedge stories (I read Spring Story, Summer Story, Autumn Story, The Secret Staircase, and of course The High Hills) is a delightful collection of idyllic tales somewhat reminiscent of The Hobbit (although much shorter and less menacing). Illustrated in a manner directly reminiscent of Beatrix Potter, I absolutely adore these books!

Mr. Katapat’s Incredible Adventures by Barroux

Mr. Katapat, the hero, looks like an ordinary man–but really, he’s quite extraordinary. He experiences great adventures through the pages of books he’s found at the library.

He’s a fortune hunter, a time traveler, a sheriff in the Wild West, a detective, and much more.

Mr Katapat's Incredible Adventures

He does all of his adventuring through the pages of books, which he reads as he does almost everything (including unicycling).

But one day, he stumbled onto a new adventure–an adventure he hadn’t read yet. A love story in real life.

That is how Mr. Katapat met Mrs. Katapat.

And that is a story I love to read.

Because by Mikhail Baryshnikov and Vladimir Radunsky

The narrator, who is known only as “me”, introduces us to his house, his friend, the neighbors in his apartment building, and his grandmother.

His grandmother, known as Mrs. Duncan, is an eternal embarrassment.

Because

On Monday, she leapfrogs over Mrs. Q. On Tuesday, she rolls around on the ground. On Wednesday, she acts as if she were skating, only without the skates. On Thursday, she’s tap-dancing and doing cart-wheels. On Friday, she’s flapping her arms like a butterfly. On Saturday, she’s galloping. On Sunday, she’s leaping.

I aspire to be just like Mrs. Duncan.

Why?

Because she’s a dancer


Reading My LibraryFor more comments on children’s books, see the rest of my Reading My Library posts or check out Carrie’s blog Reading My Library, which chronicles her and her children’s trip through the children’s section of their local library.



Tie-Dye Faith: A Metaphor

Tie-dye can be a frightening proposition.

Folding fabric, dying sections, waiting hours before you can see how it’ll turn out.

It’s no wonder the girls were so wary. It’s no wonder they felt more comfortable free-hand drawing their designs.

Freehand dyed shirt

Tie-dye takes faith–seeing the finished product in your mind’s eye even when what you’re looking at has little in common with your intended result.

I believed in tie-dye and started using the technique from the get go.

Why?

Because I’d read a book of instruction. I’d seen illustrations of how to fold and what the finished result was supposed to look like. I’d had a friend show me his finished product and describe how he’d gotten it.

The girls hadn’t seen this yet. They didn’t have the evidence I’d seen to support my faith.

They were skeptical.

They’d stick with what they could see.

I forged on in faith, evangelizing my little brood liberally. “How about you try a real tie-dye on this next one?”

They made slow steps–little scrunches tied here and there. Still mostly sight.

But as they saw me walking out my faith, as I continually brought my book and its illustrations to their minds, they started to believe my witness.

Tie-dyed pants, in progress

They chose to act on their fledgling belief.

They folded, dyed, and left their shirts–still folded and tied–with me.

When I rinsed out their shirts, seeing the first fruits of their faith, I was in awe.

Bullseye Tie-Dyed shirt

My own faith strengthened, I determined to tie-dye even more, to convert more to tie-dying.

And so their faith and mine mutually strengthened one another.

“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”
~Hebrews 11:1


WiW: A Day of “Love”

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February 14 has come again–and with it, scads of single women hole up in their houses to pout over chocolates they’ve bought themselves (or else they gather together to collectively bemoan/celebrate their singleness, preferably in someone’s home so the outside world doesn’t have to see their desperation.)

I did the latter last night (although we only spent about ten minutes bemoaning–and that brought up by the one married woman in our midst!)

Today, I’ll spend the day working as usual, hopefully giving God thanks for the rich life He’s given me right now-and trusting that His plan for my future is just right.

I was blessed this past week to read Monica’s encouragement to single women:

“Remember Abraham, who waited over 25 years for the fulfillment of the promise – when he tried to make it happen on his own, he created a whole mess that carries on in the Middle East even into the present day. God still fulfilled His promise to Abraham, however, and will fulfill every promise to us today (I Corinthians 1:20). If we hold onto those promises He has made, and resist the passions of the world, we will experience the joy of peaceful obedience to the One who satisfies the soul.

Despite our teasing about maybe “just happening” to have our cars break down outside of the Christian school that (allegedly) has two single male teachers, I know that it is better to wait on the Lord–and to trust that He will fulfill my every need and conform my every desire to His.


My brother Daniel has encouraged me to post links to last year’s “Love Month”, lest any readers should benefit from my experiences and expertise (Hah!) in the world of singleness and relationships.

So, without further ado: Love Month 2010

Please feel free to comment on any of these posts. Even though they’re a year old, I’d love to continue to foster dialogue about singleness, dating, and purity.


Don’t forget to take a look at Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”, where bloggers collect quotes they’ve read throughout the week.