I would have lost heart

“I would have lost heart, unless I had believed
That I would see the goodness of the LORD
In the land of the living.
Wait on the LORD;
Be of good courage,
And He shall strengthen your heart;
Wait, I say, on the LORD!”

~Psalm 27:13-14

It’s been a long year.
It’s been a tough year.

I’ve been tempted to give up a hundred times (a day).
I’ve been tempted to lose hope.

And I would have–
except for one thing.

I believe that I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.

Years ago, a girl in our church wrote a song based loosely on Psalm 27. I sing my best memory of it now and am reminded that I have hope, even in the moments when I find myself melancholy and almost ready to despair.

Here’s my best memory (which is, I’m sure, quite imperfect):

I am needing, You are giving
I am weary, You offer rest
Though all of me is not much to offer
You give me Your best

You’re the one my heart is needing
Lord, my hunger You satisfy
Hear my cry of desperate pleading
In You I long to abide

And I will see the goodness of the Lord
I will see the goodness of the Lord my God
In the land of the living

~Beth Calcara (now Swihart)


On the Front Page

I’m on the front page.

Of Google.

If you’re looking for…

Other odd Google searches that have led readers to bekahcubed…

  • “wasn’t wearing a slip”
  • how long does it take to bend a bone
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But most of the searches that lead people here are rather straightforward (or boring)–titles of books, quotes from books, names of people, etc.

What’s the best Google search that has sent someone to YOUR website? Conversely, what’s the weirdest search you’ve ever done?


Thankful Thursday: No theme, just Thankful

I don’t have a theme for today’s thankfulness. I don’t have energy to come up with a theme. But I’m thankful nonetheless.

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Today I’m thankful…

…for the package that arrived at the House of Dreams today

…for the internet that got hooked up in the House of Dream yesterday

…for dinner and a movie with my roommate

…for new renters for the townhouse that mean Casandra and I can save ourselves a month of rent by moving out early

…for bright pink shoes and the joy they bring to my residents

…for compliments from coworkers (I am way too blessed!)

…for very helpful Menards salespeople (I’m sorry that the rest of you don’t experience the same service I do–have you tried shopping for hardware wearing a skirt and heels?)

…for my sister and I both being home at last

…for the nap I took in the car yesterday BEFORE I fell asleep at the wheel (as opposed to the one I took a week ago AFTER falling asleep at the wheel–talk about scary)

…for the grace of God that has brought me safe thus far–and the grace that will lead me safely through these last few weeks of craziness too.


Book Review: “Nasty, Brutish & Long” by Ira Rosofsky

Working in a nursing home isn’t easy. There are cantankerous residents, sleep-deprived coworkers, and governmental forms to be filled out in triplicate. There are hoops to be jumped through to provide care–and hoops to be jumped through that inhibit care. There’s the pecking order of doctors, nurses, therapists, and other care staff. There’s the often contradictory demands of residents, family members, physicians, and government regulations. And then there’s the emotional toll of caring for people who inevitably die.

Living in a nursing home isn’t easy. There are bossy staff who insist that you can’t get out of your wheelchair but must wheel yourself on the long way to the dining room. There are buzzers and beepers and lights going off everywhere at all hours of the day or night. You can’t pick your neighbors–you can’t even pick your roommate. You’re constantly being interrupted by staff who insist on interviewing you about the same old stuff–or who keep asking you if you know your name and where you’re at. Staff insist that you go to “activities”; but the one activity you’d really like to enjoy–spending time with your children and grandchildren–isn’t available. And then there’s how everybody inevitably dies.

Ira Rosofsky’s Nasty, Brutish & Long: Adventures in Eldercare tells just some of the stories of life in a nursing home. Rosofsky, a consultant psychologist for a variety of long term care facilities, writes of life on both sides of the nurse’s station. He sympathetically shares the stories of the elders he’s met (fictionalized, of course, per HIPAA). He tells of the processes and paperwork that come along with working in long term care. And he reveals his own story as a son placing his father in a long term care facility.

As one who has had a lengthy acquaintanceship with long term care (considering my relatively young age), I found Rosofsky’s story to be… true. His writing resonates with the girl who went to assisted living facilities to conduct Sunday afternoon worship services–who gladly sang the old hymns at the top of her lungs and then listened as the residents told her about their parents, their children, and their grandchildren. His writing resonates with the girl who served coffee and wiped tables and fell in love with her elderly residents. It resonates with the girl who still remembers sitting with an elderly woman, reading her Psalm 23, explaining to her the gospel, describing how she can have assurance of salvation. It resonates with the girl who later that week removed that same woman’s tray ticket from the stack before meal service–she wouldn’t need a tray anymore. She was dead. Rosofsky’s story resonates with the girl who grieved as her grandmother moved from a retirement community to assisted living to a nursing home–a girl who felt increasingly helpless as her grandma’s dependence on the nursing staff grew. It resonates with the girl who is now a nursing home dietitian, loving to care for her residents, hating how hard it is to care for her residents.

The tale Rosofsky tells in Nasty, Brutish & Long is a true story–and it’s a story that’s being played out in nursing homes around the nation.

This is a memoir. It describes but doesn’t necessarily explain. It raises questions but doesn’t necessarily give answers. You’re not going to find the solution to the long-term-care crisis within the pages of this book. But you will find a powerful description of the realities that face many of those working or living in long-term-care.

I feel like everyone should read this–but then I wonder if I’m just being selfish. Maybe I just want everyone to read it so they can understand my world. Maybe that’s it. But the truth is that even if this isn’t your world now, long-term-care will likely be your world in the future. Maybe you’ll place a parent in a LTC facility. Maybe you’ll find yourself in one when your recovery from a surgical procedure takes longer than expected. Maybe you’ll find yourself in one long term. Or maybe you just need to be reminded of how vital your visits and prayers are to your church’s elderly. At any rate, I think this book is a valuable tool for understanding the challenges of life in long-term-care.

You should probably read it.


Rating: 4 stars
Category: Memoir
Synopsis:Ira Rosofsky paints a picture of life in long-term-care from the perspective of residents, staff, and family members.
Recommendation: This is a great intro to the challenges and pressures of life in long-term-care. It’s worth reading–if long-term-care doesn’t affect you now, it may very well affect you tomorrow.


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Book Review: “The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Prisoner’s Dilemma”

I was thrilled with Trenton Lee Stewart’s The Mysterious Benedict Society (My Review). Not quite as much with The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Perilous Journey (My Review). Both were great stories. I’d highly recommend either. But The Mysterious Benedict Society is not just a great story–it has the additional benefit of being profound.

The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Prisoner’s Dilemma is a great middle betwixt the two–and a great cap to a marvelous series.

“The Prisoner’s Dilemma” refers to a famous test the children are given at the beginning of the book. They’re being given the test as a school exercise–and they manage to find a way out without resolving the tricky ethical questions the exercise was designed to force them to grapple with.

Yet life will insist that they wrestle with the same question yet again.

When Ledropthe Curtain renews his attempts to regain the Whisperer, the children must make difficult decisions. Will each child choose to act in his own interests or in the interest of another–even at a high cost to self?

Stewart artfully weaves the Prisoner’s Dilemma throughout the story, never heavy-handedly insisting on recreating the exact predicament set up in the first scenario–but still managing to test the children multiple times (and to renew the question in the reader’s mind as well.)

The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Prisoner’s Dilemma is a potent love story–not the story of romantic love, but of the love of a father for a daughter, a daughter for a father, a devotee to his idol, a brother for his brother, and four friends for each other.


Rating: 5 stars
Category: Young Adult General Fiction
Synopsis: Four children find themselves in tricky positions as they must repeatedly choose between personal gain or what’s best for their friends and loved ones in this adventure to stop the evil Ledropthe Curtain.
Recommendation: Nothing can quite top the first in the series for a thought-provoking read that’s also a great story–but this third volume comes close. A must read.


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Thankful Thursday: Stuff of the Free and Reduced Price Variety

It may well be that I’m too in love with stuff. It may well be that I’ve bought into the materialistic American dream (I finished David Platt’s Radical this morning and have a bit of thinking to do on the thesis of said book.)

But the truth is, I’m very thankful for the stuff I’ve got–and especially for the stuff I’ve recently been given or have acquired at a reduced price.

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Today I’m thankful…

…for a lovely time in Boston with Aunt Joanne and Uncle Paul and for the stuff they blessed me with–

two quilt tops pieced by my great-great-aunts, now being sent into my keeping (Anna and Grace and I will have to get them all quilted–and then haggle

–a camera with a working viewfinder, which Joanne gave me, completely unexpectedly

–a folding umbrella which Joanne and Paul forced on me on my way out the door–which served me well in that last day of Boston rain

…for the multitudes of FNCE paraphernalia, particularly–

–the canvas bag with a relatively innocuous California Raisins logo

–the water bottle from the honey board

–the vegetable seeds from Monsanto

–the lunch bag from the American Heart Association

–the LTC pocket reference that I bought at reduced price

…for the household stuff and clothing I got at Goodwill this past evening–

seven shirts ranging from long sleeve sweaters to ultra-wicking athletic shirts

–a boyfriend cardigan in comfy gray knit

–another smart jacket for those business-y days

–a pair of ultra “sexy” jeans (just ask my Grace-bug, they’ve got her stamp of approval)

–two pairs of comfy lounging pants

–a long red nightgown

–a red fabric belt to go with my cute yellow shirtdress (and, as Gracie says, with…well, a lot of things in my closet)

–a dust ruffle for my bed

–four awesome towels to be made into bath mats for my bathroom (which is going to look amazing when it’s done)

–two flat sheets, also to be used in making bath mats

–a valance for my bathroom

–a new piece of blueware to add to my collection

–a nice big wooden shelf–that’s going to hold my blueware in my bathroom (once I’ve painted the shelf navy blue, that is)

three picture frames (that only need minor modifications before they can be used in my new bedroom)

And best of all, I love that I was able to purchase all of this for under $60!

Of course, I’d be remiss in telling of all the free and reduced-price items I’ve received if I didn’t express my thankfulness for the ultimate in free gifts:

…the gift of right standing with God, purchased by the blood of Christ.

…the gift of heavenly citizenship, won by blood not my own

…the gift of adoption, sealed by the Holy Spirit through no act of my own

I’m thankful to God for the things He has graciously granted me–but even if all these things had never been given, or if they should all in an instant be taken away, I should still have more than enough. For God, in His grace, has chosen to give me the gift of all gifts, Himself.

**In the interest of disclosure, all the free stuff obtained at FNCE was obtained from companies/organizations who had an ulterior motive in offering me free stuff–namely, getting my stamp of approval on their items/products. While I am grateful for the free items given me, I do not necessarily agree with the positions of all of said companies and organizations. As always, views expressed on bekahcubed are my own.**


I’m home

I’m home.

For the moment, at any rate.

I’ll be teaching the other TA’s lab classes today and tomorrow (Thanks, Johnna, for taking my Monday and Tuesday labs!), then I’ll be back up to Columbus to catch up on anything I’ve missed.

I had a wonderful time in Boston–spent some time with my aunt and uncle, walked the Freedom trail, used lots of public transport, and learned tons about what’s new in long-term care nutrition.

When life settles down (hah!), maybe I’ll be ready to start implementing some of what I’ve learned. And then, maybe sometime after that I can start blogging about the experience…

And then there’s the pile of books sitting waiting to be reviewed–at least five as of now (I do adore long plane trips!)

So there is something to be written, once the craziness stops. For now, I’m about halfway through.

See you all on the other side!


Kitchen in the House of Dreams

Would you like a peek into the kitchen at the House of Dreams?

Of course you would.

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Grace looks into the dishwasher. There’s LOTS of drawer and cupboard space. And I’m thrilled that the refrigerator (and its accompanying freezer) is large.

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Perhaps you can’t tell, but the range is super-wide, with a nice blank space in the middle–and the oven has an accompanying warmer drawer to keep your food toasty while the rest is cooking. It’s perfect for enormous dinners–like the type I like to put on!

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Set back a bit from the wall the range is on, there’s another little nook. We’re setting this up as a beverage station/cookbook area. There’s some decent space on the other side of the room for a little kitchen table.


WiW: Patty’s Place

The Week in Words

On the internet, we call it the House of Dreams, like Anne’s House of Dreams. But really, it reminds us more of Patty’s Place.

“If we could only find a house!” sighed Priscilla. “Look over there at Kingsport, Anne–houses, houses everywhere, and not one for us.”

“Stop it, Pris. ‘The best is yet to be.’ Like the old Roman, we’ll find a house or build one. On a day like this there’s no such word as fail in my bright lexicon.”

They lingered in the park until sunset, living in the amazing miracle and glory and wonder of the springtide; and they went home as usual, by way of Spofford Avenue, that they might have the delight of looking at Patty’s Place.

“I feel as if something mysterious were going to happen right away–‘by the pricking of my thumbs,'” said Anna, as they went up the slope. “It’s a nice story-bookish feeling. Why–why–why! Priscilla Grant, look over there and tell me if it’s true, or am I seein’ things?”

Priscilla looked. Anne’s thumbs and eyes had not deceived her. Over the arched gateway of Patty’s Place dangled a little, modest sign. It said “To Let, Furnished. Inquire Within.”

“Priscilla,” said Anne, in a whisper, “do you suppose it’s possible that we could rent Patty’s Place?”

“No, I don’t,” averred Priscilla. “It would be too good to be true. Fairy tales don’t happen nowadays. I won’t hope, Anne. The disappointment would be too awful to bear. They’re sure to want more for it than we can afford. Remember, it’s on Spofford Avenue.”

“We must find out anyhow,” said Anne resolutely. “It’s too late to call this evening, but we’ll come tomorrow. Oh, Pris, if we can get this darling spot! I’ve always felt that my fortunes were linked with Patty’s Place, ever since I saw it first.”

~from Anne of the Island by L.M. Montgomery

Housing is tight in Columbus, Nebraska. We’d been searching for weeks without anything even close to suitable showing up. I kept passing “For Rent” signs in Lincoln and thinking of all the houses in the world–but not in Columbus, not for us.

And then we saw the ad for the House of Dreams. We called the out-of-state phone number and left a message.

I loved it from the moment I heard the street it was on. It didn’t matter that we hadn’t seen it yet. The street name was enough.

When we saw it, it was confirmation of what we’d known. This house would be perfect. Perfect for entertaining, perfect for ministering, perfect for our lives as busy professionals who love the “ministry of home”.

We barely dared to hope, though.

A perfect house in a perfect location at the perfect price in a tight housing market. Tons of people had looked at the house–the owner was sorting through dozens of applications.

There was no way ours would be picked.

But it was.

And we ended up in our own House of Dreams.

Thank You, Lord, for our own “story-bookish” tale.

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Snapshot: Super Planner

I was sitting in my bedroom in the house of dreams, preparing for the upcoming weeks. I spied my mask from my superhero days–it had been upended in the moving process.

For old times sake, I put it on–placing my glasses overtop. I could use all the super-power planning abilities I could muster for this trip’s logistical nightmare.

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Anna couldn’t help but snap a picture.