Thankful Thursday: Fall Break

Today I’m thankful…

…for the fall break that meant I didn’t have lectures to prepare on Sunday–which meant I could enjoy a fantastic BET party instead

…for the fall break that meant I didn’t have a lab to teach on Monday–which meant I could fly up to Columbus to get some work done and attend a Continuing Education opportunity

…for the fall break that meant I didn’t have a lab to teach on Tuesday–which meant I could spend the day doing a luxurious nothing (that is, laundry and sewing and blogging and reading and watching a movie with my little sister!)

…for the work I got done at work during fall break which meant I could leave work a little early on Wednesday–which meant I could actually sit down and enjoy a meal with my sister before Bible study

…for the work I got done at work during fall break which meant I didn’t have to feel rushed to get everything done today

And then there’s the non-Fall break related stuff.

I’m thankful for…

…the house Anna and I got to look at this morning–and that we at least have an opportunity to be in the running for it (Please let it be, Lord–This house is practically PERFECT.)

…the health that I’ve been blessed with when so many are getting sick these days (knock on wood!)

…the air mattress I sleep on in Columbus–and the hope that I’ll soon be sleeping on my own bed up here (in my own home, as well)

…the coworker who took a considerable amount of time hunting down a weight for me today

…the realization that God is in control (even when I’m steaming at how ObamaCare is affecting our industry. It’s a tough time to be in healthcare, especially in long-term care.)

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And I’m just thankful that, well, that God is and that He made me and that He places me where He wills and that His plans are always good–beyond my wildest dreams, even when they’re considerably “less” than my wildest dreams.


Book Review: “Amorelle” by Grace Livingston Hill

It’s funny how perspective changes preferences.

I remember reading Grace Livingstone Hill when I was a pre-teen and loving the homemaking ingenuity of her characters. I enjoyed the old-fashioned romance of her once-contemporary novels.

By my late teens, I had definitely developed a bias against Hill. I considered her a writer of pablum, meaningless, bland, run-of-the-mill Christian fiction.

And now I’m reading her again–partly because I’ve read a few bloggers who spoke of their admiration for Hill and partly because she’s at my library and is an easy read.

I hadn’t read Amorelle during my earlier years–so I can’t compare my thoughts on this specific title from then to now–but I can make some observations.

Amorelle goes to stay with her worldly aunt, uncle, and cousin after her pastor father dies, leaving her homeless. Her aunt and cousin quickly consign her to the status of household help. She excels in this role, creating delicious little snacks and doing pretty handwork. Yep, just what I remember from my earlier days–homemaking ingenuity.

Amorelle’s old-fashioned Christianity (with its certain social taboos) contrasts sharply with her cousin’s brash worldliness. Louise is loud and scheming. She calls her mother by her first name and pettishly insists on her own way. Amorelle, on the other hand, is sweet, acquiescent, and courteous.

So is Amorelle meaningless, bland, run-of-the-mill Christian fiction, as I would have said in my late teens?

That’s what I’m not so sure about any more. Certainly, Amorelle is not top-tier fiction. It’s not likely to win any literary awards. But there is a depth to this novel and an almost natural quality with which faith is woven into the storyline.

Amorelle is swept off her feet by a young member of Louise’s set, a handsome business-like fellow who is nevertheless quite taken with Amorelle. Almost without realizing it, Amorelle finds herself engaged to George. But the moment their engagement is announced she starts to wonder whether this decision was wise.

Is George really the right man for her? Do they have that unity of heart and soul that Amorelle’s parents seemed to have? Is Amorelle in love with George? Or is she really just in love with being in love? Amorelle must learn to lean on the Lord’s wisdom to guide her through these difficult questions.

Like I said, Hill isn’t likely to win any literary awards for her writing–but I did find Amorelle to be a nice, comfortable read. It isn’t meaty enough for a main course, but neither is it the meaningless fluff of a dessert. It’s a salad book, a nice, nutritious break from meat and potatoes reading.


Rating: 3 stars
Category: Christian Romance
Synopsis: After the death of her pastor father, Amorelle moves in with her relatives–and shortly finds herself engaged to a dashing young businessman. But is George really the right man for her?
Recommendation: This isn’t spectacular reading, but it’s a nice, medium-weight novel for relaxing on a lazy day.


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A Psychoanalysis


My parents observed me dancing around the BET (Burn Evil Things) fire from their vantage point at the adjoining food fire and attempted a brief psychoanalysis.

They decided that I spent so much of my childhood wishing I were older–and now that I’m old, I’m now enjoying my childhood.

I prefer to think I’m now mature enough to not care how ridiculous I might look dancing wildly about a fire of burning paper.

Do you have any particularly child-like (or childish, depending on how you look at it) behaviors that you cling to? Why do you act that way?

BET photos are now available on my photos page, or view them directly here.

We closed out our evening with s’mores and singing around the cooking fire–and I was so nice as to record some of our singing for your enjoyment. (Please forgive the loudness of my own voice–I have yet to figure out how to avoid having my voice overshadow everything else when recording on my little camera!)

King of Kings sung in round.


Book Review: Nothing to Wear? by Garza and Lupo

What woman has not opened up her closet, surveyed its contents, and declared, “I have NOTHING to wear”?

And what woman, if she has declared this in the presence of a man or child, has not heard the response, “What are you talking about? Your closet is stuffed with clothes”?

Many a book attempts to help women out of this predicament–some helpfully, others not so helpfully. The majority of books within this category lay out a simple solution: Create a basic wardrobe where everything goes with everything and then accessorize from there.

Jesse Garza and Joe Lupo’s Nothing to Wear? offers this standard piece of advice–and gives a 5-step process for making it happen.

The five steps are:

  1. Define your style
  2. Edit your wardrobe
  3. Fill in the gaps
  4. Pull it all together
  5. Nurture the new you

I think the biggest advantage of this particular book’s approach to a wardrobe makeover is its first step. Defining your style consists of identifying your age group, your body type, your lifestyle, your arena, and your style type and then using that information to create a personal “style statement” that gives you a point of reference to use in evaluating your current wardrobe and any purchases.

A disadvantage to this book’s approach is that the authors recommend taking a great deal of dedicated time for making a wardrobe overhaul–and recommend purchasing several specialized closet organizers for the project. I don’t see the need for devoting so much time or money to such a project.

Of course, any wardrobe overhaul is going to take time–but I don’t think it has to be done in a single window of time, or that it needs to take as long as the authors of this book intimate.

I decided to reassess my wardrobe a couple of weeks ago and completed steps one and two in an afternoon. Now, admittedly, I might be a little more aware of my wardrobe and its quirks than many women are. For example, I didn’t have to try on many items during my “edit your wardrobe” step because I am already very aware of how each clothing item fits or doesn’t fit, flatters or doesn’t flatter, etc. So I spent most of my “editing” time holding up each item and evaluating how I felt it fit within the “style statement” I’d made for myself. From there, I divided my items into a giveaway pile (which I let my little sister “shop” in that evening), an alteration pile (for items that needed mending or tailoring or perhaps a complete makeover), a fabric scraps pile (for items in too poor of condition to give away, but which still had potential for quilting/sewing/crafting.) Clothes that could be kept were returned to my closet.

I am a bit anal-retentive, so as I returned each item to my closet, I logged it on an Excel spreadsheet. That meant that once my closet was complete (after 3 or 4 hours), I had a complete list of each article of clothing I owned. I categorized these by major categories and created a shopping list for myself (and a budget, since I’m that kind of person!) The next morning, I went shopping and completed step 3 in another 4 hours.

Total time for steps 1 through 3 and reading the entire book? Nine or ten hours. A far cry from what the book would suggest is necessary.

I also skipped step 4, which I thought was pretty extraneous. Step 4 consists of creating a collection of looks with your different separates and photographing yourself in them so that you can just pull out your personal “look book” and have a complete outfit ready to go in minutes. This might be useful for some people–but I find that I enjoy the spontaneity of creating different variations day by day. And since I set out my clothing for the next day as part of my evening rituals, I don’t have to worry about being pressed for time in the morning and ending up with a less-than-professional look.

In short, this book was pretty typical of its genre and perhaps a little too regimented to be of use to some people. Its great strength was the idea of creating a personal style sheet with which to evaluate your closet. Its great weakness was insisting on uninterrupted time and specialized closet organizers. If your library has a copy, I’d check it out and read through the first two steps, following the first to a T and using the second as a general guideline. But I wouldn’t buy this book.


Rating: 2 stars
Category: Fashion/Style
Synopsis: Two stylists talk about how to get your closet under control–so you never again have “Nothing to Wear”
Recommendation: First few chapters are interesting, first “step” is definitely worthwhile. The rest is ho-hum. Borrow it from your library and scan it, but don’t buy it.


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Pride: My heart’s dark core

It’s a comfortable sin, one I barely recognize until I’m called on it, until something bumps it and causes it to bristle.

Pride.

The root that says I deserve, I have a right, you ought to treat me well.

I tell my Bible study how I don’t want a Mephibosheth. I had one once–a student who was completely dependent on me. I had great motives when I started discipling her–I saw her need and I wanted to share the love of Christ with her. But she and her family abused my care. They were careless with my time, with my money, with what I was giving. I don’t want another Mephibosheth. I don’t want to be used like that again.

My Bible study leaders ask me what I learned through that experience. I struggle to come up with an answer. All I can think of is the injustice done to me–and when I was trying to be altruistic.

“It’s Pride.” Kathy says.

I realize she’s right. It’s pride that insists on its own rights, insists on being treated well.

Cathy shares her story of discovering her own pride in thinking that a woman she’s sharing with couldn’t teach her anything.

I discover my pride when I read an article from Practical Shepherding on how a newly married man can disciple his wife.

I bristled at the thought of a husband trying to disciple me. Who would he be to teach me anything? Encourage me, sure. Rebuke me, yes. But teach me? I don’t need to be taught.

“That’s pride,” the voice of the Lord said.

And once again, I was forced to grapple with my heart’s dark core.

Pride.

Pride that makes me think I can teach others but need not be taught myself. Pride that makes me think that I have something to offer others but that no one else has anything to offer me.

Pride that makes me think I deserve to be made much of. I deserve to be appreciated. I deserve to be treated fairly, nicely, with mercy.

I find myself arrogantly agreeing with Mr. Darcy that “pride, where there is a real superiority of mind–Pride is always in good measure.”

But it isn’t.

First, because compared to Christ, I have no superiority of which to boast. Second, because even Christ, who was superior in every way, humbled Himself and became obedient.

My heart needs a makeover–but not of the outside. My heart needs a coring, a removal of its center. My pride must be excised before its cancer corrupts my whole being. My pride must be rid, or I will have made myself an enemy I can’t afford to have.

‘God resists the proud,
But gives grace to the humble.’

Therefore submit to God. Resist the devil and he will flee from you. Draw near to God and He will draw near to you. Cleanse your hands, you sinners; and purify your hearts, you double-minded. Lament and mourn and weep! Let your laughter be turned to mourning and your joy to gloom. Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and He will lift you up.

~James 4:6-10


A Free Day

Today is a chilly day, a curl up under the covers and read day. It’s a perfect brew a cuppa tea and watch a movie with a sister day.

And thankfully, today I have the luxury of doing so.

I spent my first day of UNL’s fall break at my other job, tying up loose ends from last week, getting things in place for this week–but today I made no such plans. Today is a day that is completely free.

Since I didn’t have labs yesterday and today, I don’t have the quizzes and questions I usually give to be graded. I didn’t have a lecture to prepare or labs to attend, so I was able to spend that time doing other things.

Now I have a luxurious morning alone around home, a fantastic afternoon date to watch a movie with my sister (who I haven’t had opportunity to spend time with one-on-one for at least a month), and another stimulating book club discussion this evening (yes, we decided to keep reading).

What will I do with my free day, I wonder? Will I curl up with a book and let time slip away? Will I clean my house (which desperately needs it)? Will I work on that huge pile of clothes I want to alter, or the other pile of household type items I want to work up? Will I take a walk in the crisp autumn air? Will I finally type up that Christmas list my siblings are anxiously waiting for?

I don’t know. I don’t really have plans for today.

It’s my free day–and I’m not going to make plans. I’m just going to do whatever I want to do today, even if I don’t get anything done.

It’ll be a nice respite from the craziness that has been my life (and that will resume again tomorrow!)


A Critical Reader

Google Reader doesn’t trust me.

I can feel its incredulity every time I rapidly scroll through a folder full of blog posts only to click the “Mark all as read” button at the top of the screen.

“Are you sure you want to mark 80 items from News as read?” it says.

It’s a seemingly innocuous screen–just making sure you don’t “virtually delete” something you didn’t intend to delete. But I can hear the undertones:

“You read those? Really? 80 items in 22.3 seconds? I don’t believe you. You can’t have read those so quickly. I can’t believe you’d lie to me like that.”

I return the reader’s criticism with a bit of my own.

“Well, if you’d given me any other option, I wouldn’t have lied to you. Why didn’t you give me the option to ‘Mark as I’m sticking my head in the sand today‘? Why didn’t you give me the option to ‘Ignore all posts’? You’re the one who makes me have to say that I’ve read something in order to make it disappear from my reader. It’s really your own fault. You made me do it.”

And I’m not going to read 80 stupid news articles just because you’re critical. Sorry, I just don’t really care that much what you think of me.


WiW: Heavy Hearts and Dashed Dreams

The Week in Words

Recently, three star night posed the following question:

Is it worse to hope that things will stay the same and find that they're different? Or hoping that things will be different to find that nothing's changed?

If you couldn’t read it, the (rather syntaxically awkward) question was:

“Is it worse to hope that things will stay the same and find that they’re different? Or hoping that things will be different to find that nothing’s changed?”

Sure, the question is worded in an awkward manner. But the question resonates. What do we do with hopes that flounder or die? When you want changes but get different ones than you wanted? When you want things to stay the same, but find it impossible to continue on the way things have been?

That’s where I’m at. I’m right here, right there–in two places at once, in two jobs at once, with two hearts at once. I’m here with a heavy heart and dashed dreams.

Justin Buzzard writes from the same place:

“My brother and I are learning that when plans fail and dreams die, God has us right where he wants us.

It’s when plans fail and dreams die that we come to the end of our strength, wisdom, and resources. It’s in these times that we face situations totally beyond ourselves. We can’t fix it! We don’t know what to do! And where do we find ourselves? Flat on our face, ‘bowed down to the dust,’ crying to God for help.”

~Justin Buzzard, from Buzzard Blog

This isn’t an easy road; it’s not a fun path–but it’s a reminder to entrust my heart to the King of the Universe; it’s encouragement to make Him my supreme Dream and Delight. It’s a coming to the end of myself, when I cling to Him.

I need Him, O how I need Him. And O how I know it in those times when my heart is heavy and my dreams are dashed.

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


Sunday Snapshot: BET

Today we’re heading to the lake to have a BET party.

If you’re unfamiliar with the BET concept, it stands for “Burn Evil Things”.

BET parties are a perfect way to close out one season of one’s life (particularly the school season) and to burn anything associated with that season (particularly old school papers.)

Beyond that, it’s an excuse to get together with a few dozen of your closest friends (Hah!) and play with fire.

BET party

This is a shot from last year’s party–perhaps I’ll have shots from this year to share next week :-)


Recap (October 3-16)

Thoughts about Thinking:

  • J.P. Moreland on the detrimental effects of “Scientism”:

    “We live in a scientistic culture. When a scientist speaks, he is taken to be an authority irrespective of what the topic is. And that attitude reflects poorly on the educational level of the public….I have long believed that philosophical naturalism, with its unjustified scientism, has helped to create an intellectually unsophisticated culture…”

    HT: Justin Taylor

  • Lisa Robinson on Christian education:

    “…it is incumbent upon the body of Christ to represent Christ through its inward growth that will result in outward application….Moreover, I don’t think it honors the witness of Christ when education concerning Him is not taken seriously….I don’t believe that Sunday sermons alone are sufficient. Whether it be through lay institutes, weekly bible studies (in the true sense of working through books of the bible), or small group sessions there has to be continued instruction in pertinent points of doctrine within the context of community that engages believers in a continual growth process resulting in faithful representation of who they are as the body of Christ….Otherwise, ‘going’ and ‘doing’ will be undermined by not ‘being’, which is the whole point of serving as a witness to Christ to a fallen world.”

  • Matt Perman on why Christian interested in “social justice” ought to learn economics:

    “Many attempts to help alleviate poverty (whether in Africa, the US, or elsewhere in the world) have often been based on an inaccurate understanding of economics. As a result, they have often failed to have a last impact, and sometimes have hurt more than they have helped.

    Consequently, I would argue that one of the most important things we can do if we are going to make an effective contribution to the solutions for global poverty is gain a correct understanding of economics.”

    HT: Justin Taylor

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News to take note of:

  • Large breast cancer trial proves current mammography guidelines insufficient:

    “The landmark breast cancer screening study of women 40-49, published online in Cancer, has proven that annual mammography screening of women in their 40s reduces the breast cancer death rate in these women by nearly 30 percent. The results of this largest study ever conducted on women in this age group confirm that the use of the age of 50 as a threshold for breast cancer screening is scientifically unfounded. Women should begin getting annual mammograms at age 40.”

    Go get those mammograms, ladies–they might just save your life.

  • More Americans are drinking alcohol now than 20 years ago.
    What this study (or perhaps just this summary) fails to mention in its clearly teetotalling bias, is that consumption per person is also decreasing. Despite the increase in total people consuming alcohol, fewer people are consuming it in high-risk ways. Which is actually good news, people!

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