Thankful Thursday: Our House

I had a ridiculously long day at work today–and probably won’t be able to finish everything tomorrow. But that’s okay, ’cause I’m gonna be back in Columbus again tomorrow evening.

Why am I traveling to Lincoln and then back to Columbus again, you may ask?

Because Anna and I got a HOUSE!

And not only did we get a house, we got THE house–the stupendous, amazing, perfect-for-entertaining house.

The House of Dreams

Today I’m thankful…

…for the big kitchen with lots of counter and cupboard space

…for the living room with a fireplace

…for the ginormous deck overlooking big backyard and the lake

…for the spare bedroom that means we can have people spend the night–in their own room

…for the bedrooms that face east, allowing us to enjoy the early morning sun (if we don’t have to be out of the house before the sun rises.

…for the two bathrooms which mean I won’t inconvenience Anna when I get up in a way-too-engrossing book in the tub

…for the family room that’ll let us chillax and do computer-y stuff together (rather than being holed up in our respective rooms

…for the lack of shared walls which mean that for the first time since we moved out of our parents’ house we can play the piano at all hours of the day and night

…for the craft room with its shelving that I’m itching to display my fabric on

…for the wood paneled garage that I’m probably WAY too excited about.

…for the house’s fantastic name (which I’m sorry I won’t be sharing online–instead, I’ll be calling it the House of Dreams)

Can you tell that I’m a little excited about our house?

But wanna know what excites me most? What excites me most is that I know this home will be an ideal means through which I can develop and grow relationships in this new town. I know it will be an opportunity to relaunch the ministry of home that I’ve let go dormant amidst the up-in-the-air-ness of the past year or so. I can’t wait to establish friendships, to find mothers who need their children babysat, to find girls who need an older woman to take them under her wing, to find people who need a place to hang out, to invite older and wiser brothers and sisters to join us for a meal. I can’t wait to host Bible study or have a book club or invite girls over to learn how to sew.

I’m thankful that God has given me a new start in a new town–with a new house that can serve as a launching pad for serving this new community.

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A Coat for the Cold

Today is the first truly cold day of the year for Nebraska (pretty good to get all the way to the end of November.) Yesterday, a front blew across the plains, bringing with it cold–and for some parts of Nebraska, snow.

For my part, I’m thankful that amidst the busyness of the last month or so, I’ve had opportunity to make alterations on my coat so that I have a nice, snazzy, warm winter coat.

New coat

Once upon a time, this coat was double breasted style in a size much too big for me. My sister was giving it away–and I had it along with several items in the back of my car to take to a used store drop-off. For whatever reason (probably that it wasn’t bagged like the other items), I failed to put it in the drop-off and ended up taking it home.

Eventually I moved it to my trunk, figuring it would be handy if I got stranded somewhere without a coat. If that were to happen, who cares that it’s much too big for me and in a style that is completely unflattering to my figure?

Then I started hankering after a nice coat–a real working woman’s coat rather than the hand-me-down parkas and sweaters I’ve been cobbling together. The thing is, coats can be expensive–and I’m cheap.

That’s when I remembered the coat I had sitting in my trunk.

I thought, “I wonder if I could alter that.”

Now realize, I’m pretty bold when it comes to crafting–but tailoring is not really my forte. It’s taken me a long time to get comfortable creating clothing–and I’m still not sure that I’m really there.

But the lure of saving a hundred bucks was too much to pass up–so I took out my seam ripper and got ripping. Double breast to single breast, remove an eight inch panel from either side of the coat, recut the sleeves and sew them back on, re-attach the buttons, figure out how to deal with that pesky lining.

Scary? Yes.

But the results are worth it. For pennies (in thread) and four or five hours worth of work (several of which I did while nominally watching a football game), I have a “brand new” coat for the cold.


Musings on laying down arms

Unless something spectacular happens in the last dozen chapters, I won’t be writing a full review of Ernest Hemingway’s A Farewell to Arms. Maybe it’s just me–or maybe it’s the slow pace that I’m taking through the book–but I think this has got to be the most boring book Hemingway has ever written.

I plug along, one chapter at a time, taking it like a dose of medicine before the dinner that is a book I actually enjoy.

The only redeeming value (thus far) has been the protagonist’s occasional conversations with the priest who serves alongside him on the Italian front of the Great war.

When I last wrote about a conversation between the two, it was the priest who had something useful to say. This time, the protagonist has a real point.

[The priest asked] “Then you think it will go on and on? Nothing will ever happen?”

“I don’t know. I only think the Austrians will not stop when they have won a victory. It is in defeat that we become Christian.”

“The Austrians are Christians–except for the Bosnians.”

“I don’t mean technically Christian. I mean like Our Lord.”

He said nothing.

“We are all gentler now because we are beaten. How would Our Lord have been if Peter had rescued him in the Garden?”

Basically, the protagonist suggests that we only lay down our arms when we recognize that we’ve been beaten.

To hear Hemingway’s description, it appears that the Austrian/Italian front was largely static–the armies just pushed back and forth over the same bit of land in a tug-of-war that seemed to never end.

When the Italians were losing ground, they were humbled. They saw that their fighting was accomplishing nothing, so they were ready to lay down their arms. When the Austrians were losing ground, ostensibly they felt the same way. But it would only be when both were humbled, when both realized that fighting was getting them nowhere that both parties would be willing to lay down their arms.

But the protagonist does more than simply muse on the conditions under which surrender is possible. He makes a statement about Christianity and surrender–even Christianity and disarmament.

Equating imitation of Jesus Christ with Christianity, he states that only in defeat do we truly become imitators of Christ–because it’s only in defeat that we lay down our arms.

I find this idea fascinating in light of my current book club discussion of Tolstoy’s The Kingdom of God is Within You. We’re wrestling with this idea that nonresistance to evil is a Christian virtue–perhaps even, as Tolstoy and some other might suggest, THE Christian virtue (which, by the way, I happen to disagree with–I would say that THE Christian virtue is love. I am, however, wrestling through how nonresistance to evil makes up a component of that Christian virtue of love–but I digress.)

Is nonresistance to evil a primary means by which Christians are to imitate Christ? I’m still turning that topic over in my mind. But Hemingway’s little commentary has made me think a bit further.

Then there’s the protagonist’s final question. “How would Our Lord have been if Peter had rescued him in the Garden?”

What if Jesus had let Peter “deliver” Him in the Garden of Gethsemane? What if He had urged the use of the sword against His enemies?

Jesus would have emerged triumphant on this earth, a military leader. He could have gotten out of there. He could have escaped death.

And he would have been utterly defeated.

Jesus’ victory was not to be found in wielding the sword. His victory was not found even in self-defense. His victory occurred when He surrendered–to God’s will and then, for God’s sake, to man’s.

He could have won an earthly victory in the Garden, but if He had; He’d have lost the eternal battle. And so Jesus, recognizing the eternal defeat earthly victory would have meant, surrendered to earthly defeat in order to gain the heavenly victory.

How often, I wonder, do I fight earthly battles under the illusion that somehow earthly victory means something eternally? Oh, that I could see with the eyes of eternity–and surrender the battles here that if fought and won would only engender true defeat.


Guess Who?

On the day of our fantastic BET (Burn Evil Things) Party, I took some photos of my friend’s and family’s hair. I thought I’d set them up as a matching game–to see who can recognize who belongs to what hair.

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Your choices for people are Mom, Dad, Anna, Myself, Joshua, Daniel, Debbie, Timothy, Grace, Mary, Joanna, Steve, Katie, Abigail, and Joseph.

My apologies for any differences in color due to the flash on my camera. I guess that’s what makes this fun :-)

If you don’t know these people but still want to play, you can check out the sidebar cast of characters for the first eleven names. Katie is the blonde in the fourth and fifth photos of the BET collection. Abigail and Joseph have their own album (from that same day) here

Correct answers will post next Monday afternoon–so you’ll have plenty of time to guess!


Save big money, Get great service

Two and a half years ago, not long after I started blogging regularly, I wrote of how I prefer the “Save Big Money” Menards over the more patronizing “You can do it–we can help” Home Depot.

I didn’t have any real reason for choosing one over the other–except that in my priority list saving money falls above getting help.

But just because Menards doesn’t advertise their customer service doesn’t mean they don’t have customer service–and don’t do a great job at it.

Take today, for example. As I was wandering about my local Menards, at least five associates asked if they could help me. When I started wandering in the lumberyard, someone immediately came over to help me. When I asked for pegboard–which just happened to be inside the building along a completely different wall–he graciously walked me right over to it, talking me through my options for size and thickness. Later, I’d found some of my other items but now I needed doweling. Again, I was in the wrong spot–but again, an employee walked me right to what I needed. At any other store, I’d expect to hear an aisle number when I ask for an item. At Menards, the employees always take me directly to what I’m looking for–and often dialogue with me about my options and what else they can do for me.

Menards listBut that wasn’t all. After I’d finished up my shopping and checked out, I approached the sliding doors with my cart. The four foot by two foot piece of pegboard started to sway in today’s brisk wind. Before I had a chance to steady it with my hand, an employee was there to help (incidentally, it was the same employee who’d helped me find the pegboard in the first place). He lifted the pegboard out of my cart and offered “How ’bout I just carry this to your car for you?”

I led the way to my car and thanked him as I unlocked my door, fully expecting him to place the pegboard back in the cart. But he didn’t. Instead he asked whether I wanted it in the backseat or the trunk. He arranged it into my trunk and put the rest of my cart’s contents in after it. He noticed a wallet (empty) that was lying in the trunk and pointed it out to me just in case I’d lost it and didn’t realize it was back there.

It was undoubtedly the best customer service I’ve received in my life. I’m bummed that I failed to take note of this particular fellow’s name, because he definitely deserves kudos.

So don’t be tricked into thinking that Menards is only about saving money–in truth, their service is fantastic too.

Truth in advertising should insist that Menards change their jingle to “Save big money, Get great service when you shop at Menards.”

For those who are curious, the pegboard and dowels are for a thread rack–a variation on this one from Sugar Bee. I also purchased a few drawer things to organize my ever expanding collection of sewing/craft stuff.


Nightstand (October 2010)

On last month’s nightstand:

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What I actually read this month was…

I was a little surprised at how much reading I HAVE been able to accomplish this month. Nevertheless, you’ll see that I have plenty of books carrying over.

Fiction

  • Amorelle by Grace Livingston Hill (My Review)

Nonfiction

  • The Church Supper Cookbook
    A wonderful collection of recipes, several of which I’m determined to copy for my own personal use.
  • Crochet Inspiration by Sasha Kagan
    A collection of great crochet stitch variations with glossy photos, clear instructions, and charts if you prefer those.
  • Dreaming of Dior by Charlotte Smith (My Review)
  • Founding Faith by Steven Waldman (My Review)
  • Justice that Restores by Chuck Colson (Review coming later)
  • Money Saving Slow Cooking by Sandra Lee
    I wasn’t impressed. Too many processed foods, not enough that looked appealing.
  • The Narnian by Alan Jacobs (Review coming later)
  • Nothing to Wear? by Jesse Garza and Joe Lupo (My Review)
  • Not Quite What I was Planning
    Six word memoirs. These are great.

Juvenile

  • Children’s Picture Books author Balian-Balouch (10 titles)
  • C.S. Lewis: The Chronicler of Narnia by Mary Dodson Wade (My Review)

Currently in the middle of…

On my nightstand

The asterisk marks the book I picked up over the course of this month–all the rest are holdovers from last month’s list.

  • Ask Me Anything a Dorling-Kindersley book
  • *Boston: Moon Handbooks
  • The Checklist Manifesto by Atul Gawande (Lisa’s Review)
  • Desiring God by John Piper
  • Dug Down Deep by Joshua Harris
  • A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway
  • The Kingdom of God is Within You by Leo Tolstoy
  • Nina Garcia’s Look Book by Nina Garcia

On this month’s nightstand:

On my nightstand

Again, the asterisks mark the books I picked up over the course of this month–all the rest are holdovers from last month’s list.

Fiction

  • Love’s Abiding Joy by Janette Oke

Nonfiction

  • *30-Minute Get Real Meals by Rachael Ray
  • *Boiling Mad: Inside Tea Party America by Kate Zernike
  • How to Write & Publish a Scientific Paper by Robert A. Day
  • Making the Big Move by Cathy Goodwin
  • *Nasty, Brutish, and Long: Adventures in Eldercare by Ira Rosofsky
  • Radical by David Platt
    Reviews by Lisa of Lisa Notes, Vitamin Z, Sandra Peoples, Lisa formerly of 5M4B, and Carrie–basically, the whole world is talking about this one! :-)
  • *Four wardrobe makeover books–who knows how deep I’ll go into these
  • *Another Boston guidebook–cause I’m headed to Boston this fall for a professional conference!

Juvenile

  • Children’s Picture Books author BANG-?
  • The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Prisoner’s Dilemma by Trenton Lee Stewart
  • Nebraska an “America the Beautiful” book by Ann Heinrichs
  • Nebraska a “Celebrate the States” book by Ruth Bjorklund
  • The Old Motel Mystery created by Gertrude Chandler Warner
  • The Secret of Skull Mountain by Franklin W. Dixon

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WiW: God’s Rights

The Week in Words

Human rights are a huge deal for citizens of the United States of America. We’re all about upholding human rights. And so we should be. We should be concerned about preserving others’ rights.

At the same time, I’ve oft been convicted that I am not to seek my own rights.

I don’t have rights. I ceded them when I became a follower of Christ. I can’t expect to be dealt with fairly, to be given my due. When I became a follower of Christ, I was promised persecution, hatred from the world. When I became a follower of Christ, I was called to lay down my life for my brothers and for the world.

When I became a follower of Christ, I took up my cross. I no longer have any rights. I am a convicted man.

So I’ve thought quite a bit about my rights or lack thereof–but this week, I read something that made me think about rights from a new perspective.

What about God’s rights?

“So make up your mind that God is an infinite Sovereign and has a right to do as He pleases with His own, and that He may not explain to you a thousand things which may puzzle your reason in His dealings with you.”
~George D. Watson, quoted by Tim Challies

I struggle with where God has me, with what He’s calling me to. I’m frustrated that His plans for me don’t align with my plans for me.

But you know? God has the right to do whatever He wants with me.

And, of course, I have the promise that even if I don’t understand–even if I never know–the reasons He has in the things He does, the purposes are good nonetheless.

But, as I was reminded this week, reading Jeremiah 29, those good purposes don’t necessarily look they way I’d have planned them.

Have you ever noticed that the nice feel good Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the thoughts that I think toward you…thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope” falls right in the midst of God’s telling Israel that they WOULDN’T be delivered from the present Babylonian affliction?

Nope. God says, “You’re not gonna be saved. You’re gonna be carried away. What’s more, you’re gonna be in Babylon for a long time.”

“Build houses and dwell in them; plant gardens and eat their fruit. Take wives and beget sons and daughters; and take wives for your sons and give your daughters to husbands, so that they may bear sons and daughters—that you may be increased there, and not diminished. And seek the peace of the city where I have caused you to be carried away captive, and pray to the LORD for it; for in its peace you will have peace.”
~Jeremiah 29:5-7

So settle in, Rebekah. Make yourself a home in Columbus, Nebraska. Seek the peace of that city. Don’t just wait it out in the place I’ve appointed for you–choose to thrive in the place I’ve planted for you.

“For thus says the LORD: After seventy years are completed at Babylon, I will visit you and perform My good word toward you, and cause you to return to this place. For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the LORD, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call upon Me and go and pray to Me, and I will listen to you. And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart. I will be found by you, says the LORD, and I will bring you back from your captivity; I will gather you from all the nations and from all the places where I have driven you, says the LORD, and I will bring you to the place from which I cause you to be carried away captive.”
~Jeremiah 29:10-14

And that’s where I have to realize. God has the right to do whatever He wants with me. But He also has the right to do whatever He’s promised in His own timing.

God promised them deliverance. It took 70 years. He called them to be content and productive in the interim.

Maybe God will see fit to fulfill some of my dreams. Maybe it’ll take a life time. He calls me to be content and productive in the interim.

He has the right to do so.

Collect more quotes from throughout the week with Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”.


Snapshot: Conservative Casual

My little sister texted me this Friday afternoon to ask if she could hitch a ride to our church’s ladies retreat.

Then she asked what she was supposed to bring.

I checked the informational piece I’d been given and saw that the dress was “Conservative casual.”

Now I know how to do business casual–but I’m not exactly sure what conservative casual means. So Grace and I decided to play it safe:

Grace and Rebekah dressed in long skirts

Long skirts make for conservative, T-shirts for casual, right?

(Just for the record, these were on over our normal garb–school clothes for Grace and work clothes for me. I brought some casual-ish corduroys to wear with my fitted knit top on Saturday.)


Memorable Movie Meme

Joyce recently snatched this little movie meme from a Facebook friend–and I decided to snatch it from her!

The idea is to list fifteen memorable movies you’ve seen. You shouldn’t take too long–list the first fifteen you can remember in no more than fifteen minutes.

Grabbing my timer…

And Go!

  1. The Lord of the Rings Trilogy
    Saw TTT and ROTK at midnight showing opening night. Watched all three extended editions through straight multiple times. Am true nerd.
  2. The End of the Spear
    Seen in theatre. Understood nuances of plot better than others. Never happens. Figured out why–subtitles, of course!
  3. Amazing Grace
    Remember crying when I realized who the old blind man was.
  4. Ben Hur
    Endless rewatching of the chariot races, watching for ketchup squirting. That great little hug thing and “hunting jackals and lions. But now we have become too dignified!” [Chortle, chortle]
  5. The Taming of the Shrew
    The tongue and tail dialogue. The angry exchanges. Liz Taylor’s flashing eyes, Richard Burton’s mischievous smiles.
  6. Pride and Prejudice
    I can never decide who I like better: Elizabeth, Darcy, or the dad?
  7. Seven Brides for Seven Brothers
    “That is a movie of sex and violence!” my Grandma says. Yes, but I so badly wanted to be Dorcas, with her flowing long black hair and beautiful white undergarments.
  8. That one Shackleton documentary whose name I can’t remember
    Chills up and down my spine as I hear the survivors’ children speak of the fourth man on the mountain. Set me off on a binge of Shackleton reading (particularly two great books, both named The Endurance, although with different subtitles. One by Caroline Alexander and another by Captain F.A. Worsley himself.)
  9. Beauty and the Beast
    Disappointed me so much when the beast turned ugly at the end. But Belle was beautiful–and a bookworm too!
  10. My Fair Lady
    I could have danced all night, I could have danced all night… And how could I NOT love this musical?
  11. Fiddler on the Roof
    For some reason, I never managed to take Tzeitel’s caution about the matchmaker–and still sing “Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match, find me a find, catch me a catch….For papa, make him a scholar; for mama, make him rich as a king; for me, well, I wouldn’t holler if he were as handsome as anything…”
  12. Les Miserables
    Do I even need to explain? Most compelling story of redemption ever put to screen. Or something like that.
  13. Stalag 17
    I can’t pinpoint what exactly makes this as great as it is. But it is.
  14. Some Like It Hot
    Our video-taped copy ended abruptly after the cross-dressing lead tells her (his) admirer that she’s a man–to which the admirer responds, “That’s okay, nobody’s perfect.” After many years and several rewatchings, we rented it so we could see the ending–only to discover that that WAS the ending.
  15. The Court Jester
    Who can resist a purple-pimpernelled baby’s bottom, a wily fox in jester’s garb, and a beautiful maiden with unexpected skill in seduction (despite the horrible disease she may or may not have… the disease named after her father, who died in excruciating pain… the disease that can be transmitted by, well, just about anything–the brush of a hand…)?

Whew–that was hard. I feared that I might run out of time–and ended up answering with some, yes, rather frivolous family favorites. In this case, memorable might just mean “movies I’ve watched so many times over I can probably retell them in my sleep.”

May I reiterate that I am NOT a movie person?

What about you, are YOU a movie person? What are your most memorable movies?


Flashback: Architecture of a Family

I often like to say that I was born out of season. And my hearers often agree with me. One friend memorably told me (after urging me not to take offense) that he could see me as Little House on the Prairie.

Yep, so could I. I could see myself in quite a few different generations–all of them older than my own.

But the truth is, the family structure I grew up in really was from a different generation than my own.

Linda’s asking us about family structure today…

Flashback Friday buttonPrompt: How was your family structured when you were growing up? Did you grow up with both original parents in the home? …Was yours a multi-generational household with grandparents living with you? Did your mom work outside the home, and if so, was it full-time or part-time? Was there a clearly delineated division of labor between your parents (or parent and step-parent) and how traditional was it? Did your parents believe in child labor?! That is, how structured were chores? What responsibility, if any, did you have for things like doing your own laundry, fixing your own school lunch, etc.? Were your parents do-it-yourself-ers or did they hire people for repairs, painting, etc.? …

We were an old-fashioned family in a new-fangled day, a country family in the middle of the city. In the age of increasingly blended families, dual-income households, and latchkey kids, we were a holdout from an earlier age.

Dad worked at “the office”, Mom worked at home.

And I do mean worked. Mom was no welfare queen popping bonbons and watching soaps–and neither was she a harried housewife running children from one event to another. Instead, she homeschooled her seven children, put homecooked meals on the table twice a day (breakfast was cold cereal, usually), and kept a massive garden. Every summer she put up over 200 quarts of tomato products, not to mention the pickles, the beans, the beets, the fruit, and the jam. And then there were the frozen products–corn, especially. On top of that, she sewed much of our clothing and frugally purchased the rest at used stores and garage sales.

Dad bought bikes from police auctions. Mom took them apart and reassembled them into useable bikes for us kids.

We kids roamed the neighborhood on bikes and by foot. We had an 1100 square foot house on an almost 3/4 acre yard. The house was far too small for the nine of us–but the yard made it okay. We swung on the rope swing in the backyard tree, played in our “Eagle’s nest” and made up our own games to play.

That’s not to say that we didn’t work too. We were a country-fied family–there was too much to be done for anyone to sit back and twiddle their thumbs. There was a garden to be hoed, beans to be stemmed, tomatoes or apples to be “squitted”. There was an (enormous) lawn to be mowed with our push mower, to be raked in the fall. There was a long driveway to be shoveled in winter. There was a house to be cleaned and dishes to be done. There was trash to be loaded up and taken to the dump.

Our tasks were a mixture of scheduled chores and things we were simply expected to pitch in with when they had to be done.

In one sense, we were a family of the fifties, when Dad went to work and Mom stayed home with the kids. In another sense, we were a family of long before that, when the family business of farming took every member’s involvement. In many ways, we were a family from every era of recent modern history–every era except our own, that is.

Hear how other families were structured by following the links at Linda’s