Safe on the Other Side

It’s February 15, and I have safely traversed yet another Valentine’s Day–this year, the smoothest trip yet.

I can’t know precisely, but I think it helped that I wasn’t forced to sit through a youth group “Love Month.”

This year, I didn’t have to listen to anyone tell me to “don’t worry, you’ll get married someday.” I guess maybe it’s easier to not have to continually remind myself that just because well-intentioned believers promise me marriage doesn’t mean God has promised me marriage.

This year, I didn’t have to listen to anyone tell me that the trick to getting married is “being content in your singleness.” Apparently, they were really fast learners–they figured out how to be content in the entire six months they were single after high school.

This year, I didn’t have to listen to anyone tell me that “some people are called to be single–which means they’ll be single for the rest of their lives.” I didn’t have remind them that all of us were originally called to be single. And that singleness is a gift every single person has–until God decides to exchange the gift of singleness for marriage, should he choose to do so.

It’s amazing how much easier it is to be content with singleness when I’m not being told, explicitly or implicity, that singleness is second best.

I grew up in the church, attended youth group every week, sponsored for the youth group for several years during college, and estimate that I have heard at least 40 “Love Month” sermons or teachings. And I’m pretty sure that I am a better person for not having heard them this time around.

The creators of “love month” had good intentions. They thought they’d use Valentine’s Day as an opportunity to talk about touchy subjects. The problem is, they were too uncomfortable to talk about the really important touchy subjects–so they conjured up unimportant dream worlds to talk about instead.

“Love Month”–at least as I remember it–included one teaching that wasn’t quite on sex (often relegated to a video), one teaching on praying and preparing for your future spouse, one teaching on courting (NEVER dating), and one evening where girls and boys split up to discuss “gender-related issues.” The boys talked about lust, pornography, and masturbation. The girls talked about modesty.

The problem with the sex talk was that no one really talked about it frankly. They euphemized and trivialized and glossed over things to the point that the only take home message you could get was that apparently girls and boys were not supposed to do anything together. Or something like that. Oh, there were a few good points–“If he loves you, he won’t try taking advantage of you” being a key example.

But by and large, the really important (although somewhat awkward) points weren’t made. Nobody talked about the serious medical complications associated with STDs. Plenty of people mentioned not kissing until you were engaged, or married or whatever–because it was the fad thing in the church in those days (maybe it still is, I don’t know). But nobody shared that some STDs can be shared through kissing, without genital contact. Now that’s information that might come in handy. Nobody talked about how every time you have sex with a person, it’s like you’re having sex with every person they’ve had sex with before.

They talked about praying and preparing for your future spouse. They shared the sweet story of our pastor’s wife, who prayed eight years for her future husband before she and Jason got married. They talked about keeping your room clean and not being a slob. I don’t remember exactly what else they thought was “preparation for marriage.”

I do know that they didn’t say anything about how to live the single life. They didn’t talk about learning how to have healthy relationships with your own sex. They didn’t talk about learning to be hospitable. They didn’t talk about learning how to manage your time and money wisely. They didn’t talk about using your giftings. They didn’t talk about humbling yourself and submitting to authority. Preparation for marriage is all right and good–but since marriage isn’t a guarantee and singleness (at least for a time) is, wouldn’t it be better to prepare for singleness? (Especially since by “preparing for singleness” I mean preparing for adulthood?)

They talked about courtship and not DATING. They talked about how the guy talks to the father and they’re both serious about marriage and blah-da-de-blah. They didn’t talk about how nobody needs to be worrying about dating OR courting in high school. They didn’t encourage the students to discover their callings and giftings and passions before they started looking for a mate. They didn’t caution students to not base their life’s course on a guy or a gal.

And then they split the guys and the girls up for some frank talk about issues. Or at least so the guys could have a frank talk about issues. The guys talked about lust, pornography, and masturbation. The girls talked about not causing their brothers to sin by being immodest. Once, they were especially bold and let me talk to the girls about guarding their hearts.

What they didn’t ever discuss with the girls? Lust. Pornography. Masturbation. Yes, we heard that guys were visual–that’s why we were supposed to cover up. But we never heard that girls can lust too. We never heard that we too need to guard our eyes and our thoughts. We were never cautioned against sexually explicit novels, intimacy-laden movies, and daydreaming about guys. Nobody would countenance mentioning masturbation to the girls. After all, what if some of them didn’t know what it was and got ideas?

So we were led to believe that lust was man’s sin. Immodesty was woman’s. The girls weren’t given any tools with which to fight the lust that attacked us. Thinking that we were abnormal and unnatural, we tried to fight the battle alone–or gave up on trying to fight. If a leader couldn’t even mention the word masturbation, how could a girl gain the confidence to go to the leader for prayer and accountability?

Just thinking about it gets me riled.

Perhaps now you can understand why not having to do “love month” has made February a great deal easier for me?

Even if not, allow me to share a few quick tips for talking “relationships” with single people:

  • Don’t make promises you can’t keep–Don’t promise them marriage when God hasn’t done so.
  • Redirect their focus back to what God has made clear is their calling right now. That means encouraging them to learn to be the best student, child, roommate, friend, or employee they can be. That means encouraging them to discover their purpose and passions and to get connected within the church.
  • Be willing to speak frankly, and listen openly about the many issues they’re dealing with. Don’t give quick, pat answers. Talk about lust. Talk about the joys of marriage (honoring your spouse by not going too far, of course). Talk about the trials of marriage (once again, honoring your spouse by not going into details). Go ahead and remind them that marriage is great but it’s not the promised land. Learn for yourself, if you need to, that a spouse is not the answer to all of life’s problems.
  • Above all, work to keep the focus on God–and their relationship with God. Don’t encourage single people to “be content in their singleness” (especially not as a means to marriage)–instead encourage them to discover God’s purpose in their singleness. Keep redirecting the focus of your conversations about relationships back to God.

Thanks for bearing with my little rant–and thanks to all of you who have been such a blessing to me (single person though I am ;-) Oh–and thank you, Lord, for the privelege of being a single woman (and that I didn’t have to do another “Love Month” this year).


Random Experiment

There’s this “random” meme going about Facebook, asking individual’s to list 25 “random” facts about themselves. But I don’t believe that the human brain is capable of true “randomness”–what passes as randomness is merely subconscious or uncommunicated connections.

So instead of giving the typical meme spiel in which I answer the questions and then tag others to answer them as well–I’m going to give you 25 non-random facts about myself that might seem random because I chose to skip a fact or two in the logical progression of my thoughts. Then, at the end, I want to invite you to join in by commenting–giving a fact about yourself that is related to the last fact (about someone else) but is a couple of generations removed.

So here goes…

  1. I am a social drinker of coffee–I’d never make myself a cup, but will gladly take a cup when offered it.
  2. I think my vanilla (homemade) is almost done–I let Grace use it the other night, at any rate.
  3. Christian was a tired little boy at Life Group last night.
  4. I’ve worn a baby.
  5. I’m not sure I’m green enough–or bold enough–to give DivaCup a try.
  6. I *heart* homemade crab-applesauce
  7. I’ve never met my next door neighbor.
  8. I’m not sure what species of drug “hash” belongs to
  9. So there was this guy I had a crush on in Jr. High… It was bad.
  10. Once upon a time, I stole a construction cone.
  11. There are additives in laundry detergent that make your whites glow under a black light (but not mine–I make my own laundry soap.)
  12. I’m allergic to cats.
  13. I used to play in a drainage ditch.
  14. To me: Grilled Cheese + Tomato Soup = Comfort Food
  15. Lots of people think me and Anna look like twins–or else they think we don’t look anything alike.
  16. I’ve never done a claymation–but I’ve heard it’s fun.
  17. I think the beast in Beauty and the Beast is totally hotter than the Prince
  18. My first pet, a fish, was named “Apollo Erato”–after the muse of love songs or something like that.
  19. I don’t possess a credit card.
  20. I have a weakness for the $1 a yard table at Walmart–but they recently upped it to $1.50 a yard–and that doesn’t really appeal.
  21. I have a sibling who is employed at McDonalds (once more.)
  22. I cringe every time someone finds my website via a Google search for fun essay topics.
  23. Clouds are pretty much amazing–they have so much personality.
  24. I wouldn’t mind returning to Yellowstone.
  25. Speaking of permafrost…The walk between my house and my parents’ has a permafrost-like character.

Now it’s your turn. Take that last comment about me and follow the trail a couple steps down and write your own (apparently) random comment (about yourself) below.


Hungry

Can anyone else feel the hunger, or is it just me?

I’ve battled with discontent for almost a year now–chronicling some of my struggle on-line. But this is a different discontent, a rustling ache in my belly. This is a cry from deep within proclaiming “There must be more.”

Just today, it struck me with a vengeance–gnawing away at my insides. “This isn’t what life was meant to be. There has to be something more.”

Not more talking. Not more doing. Not more meetings. Not more books. Not more blogging. Not more cleaning.

More Christ.

Surely I was not born to keep up with the laundry. I was not created to fill a seat in the service. My purpose is not to do dishes. I was not placed on this earth to teach people how to eat.

These things are all things that I do, but I cannot be satisfied with the doing of this life.

Discontent strikes me, but this time it is not a desire for more things or different circumstances. This time it is a desire for more of God. I desire that I would walk daily–no even more, moment-by-moment–in relationship with Him. I desire that He would penetrate every ounce of my existance to the point that my doing dishes would be worship. I want to be so consumed by Him that He overflows into every aspect of my life–work, church, school, friends, family, blogging, crafting, cleaning, filling my car with gas.

I want to live an “other” life. Not “my” life, consumed by my worries. An “other” life, consumed by the glory of God, glorifying Christ, being led by the Holy Spirit.

A holy discontent. A discontent with mediocrity. A discontent with living without reference to Christ. I’ve caught a discontent, I know not where–but I pray I’ll never lose this hunger.

Hunger for God.


A Higher Standard

SALT, Z-360’s student leadership team, is being called to a higher standard. (Just for the record, I’m in favor of the motion.) Of course, this means that the students will be expected to not listen to secular music, to avoid movies or tv shows that display immorality, and to not cuss. Standard youth group “higher standard” items.

I’m sure the call wasn’t too different many years ago. Youth groups were called to give up dancing and card playing in the call to a “higher standard”. Maybe they gave up “Golly” and “Gee”. Girls and boys alike were encouraged to dress up more–girls in longish skirts, guys in ties. Standard fare, you know.

But when I think about being called to a higher standard–I wonder if our high standards aren’t, well, a little low.

I mean, imagine if a youth pastor (or a normal old pastor) called his people to this kind of standard:

  • to always let others go first in line (Romans 12:10)
  • to never honk your horn or get upset when someone cuts you off (Romans 12:17)
  • to always follow the speed limit exactly (Romans 13:1-5)
  • to NEVER become indebted to ANYONE (Romans 13:8)
  • to let yourself be cheated (I Corinthians 6:7)
  • to follow through with what you’ve promised in the past (II Corinthians 8:10-12)
  • to take captive every thought that is disobedient to Christ (II Corinthians 10:5)
  • to not walk in lewdness (raunchiness), contentions (arguments), outbursts of wrath, and envy (Galatians 6:19-21)
  • to never speak corrupt (twisted) words (Epehesians 4:29)
  • to not tell dirty jokes (Ephesians 5:4)
  • to obey your parents without begrudging–every time (Ephesians 6:1-3)
  • to pray regularly for the body of believers–and especially for missionaries (Ephesians 6:18-20)
  • to never be conceited (Philippians 2:3)
  • to never complain (Philippians 2:14)
  • to never worry (Phillipians 4:6)
  • to stop “stretching the truth” and telling “little white lies” (Colossians 3:8)
  • to recognize and esteem those who work among us (I Thessalonians 5:12-13)
  • to work in quietness and earn our keep (II Thessalonians 3:12)
  • to regularly pray for all who are in authority (I Timothy 2:1-2)
  • (for women) to learn in silence (I Timothy 2:11)
  • to provide for your family members who are in need (I Timothy 5:8)
  • to not listen to gossip (I Timothy 5:22)
  • to not answer back to your parents (Titus 2:9)
  • to not pilfer (even a pen or a paper clip) from the office (Titus 2:10)
  • to never speak bad things about anyone (Titus 3:2)
  • to entertain strangers (Hebrews 13:2)
  • to remember prisoners AS IF WE WERE CHAINED WITH THEM (Hebrews 13:3)
  • to visit orphans and widows in their trouble (James 1:27)
  • to never discriminate against ANYONE–black, white, poor, rich, clean, smelly, cool, uncool (James 2:1-9)
  • to not make plans without taking God’s plans into account (James 4:13-16)
  • to confess your sins to another believer (James 5:16)
  • to have a good reputation among the world (I Peter 2:12)
  • to be courteous (I Peter 3:8)

That is just part of the standard which God calls His people to.


Book Review: “A Single Thread” by Marie Bostwick

A Single Thread cover

After her husband divorces her, Evelyn Dixon packs her bags and heads across the country to open a quilt shop in a town she’s only visited once. She’s overworked and alone–trying a last ditch promotion to keep her store from going under–when she receives news that could change her life forever.

Abigail Burgess Wynne lives a comfortable life as town patroness, socially active but aloof. That is, until she’s given custody of her delinquent formerly estranged niece Liza. When Liza blackmails her aunt into attending Evelyn Dixon’s quilting event, Abigail’s isolated life changes course.

A Single Thread tells the story of the unlikely community formed when four women are brought together at a quilting event. Each woman’s life is changed by her interactions with the others.

A Single Thread is a well-written book–the plot is interesting, the characters strong–but the beauty of this book is in its depiction of community. Most novels use their characters like game pieces, manipulating them to fit the plot. In A Single Thread, the character’s interactions MAKE the plot as each woman grows through relationship with the others.


Rating: 4 stars
Category:Novel
Recommendation: A novel of the highest quality, I highly recommend it to all lovers of general fiction.


Sick Song

Norovirus is going around the state of Nebraska–and I just might have it. I can’t say for sure, as my immune system seems pretty strong and I’m not spewing from both ends as someone with a weaker system might do if faced with Norovirus–but still. With a mild fever, gastrointestinal cramps, and a touch of diarrhea, I’m staying home from church.

Hopefully you will escape the bugs that are traveling about this winter, but in case you don’t, I figured I’d share a little ditty that I wrote myself. It’s called the “sick song”.

Sung to the tune of WestSide Story’s “I feel pretty”:
I feel icky
Oh so yicky
I feel icky and yicky and gross


What’s on Your Nightstand?

What's on Your Nightstand?

My “nightstand” is a desk next to my bed–I keep most of my current library books there (if they fit).

Feel free to take a peek:

Picture of Nightstand January 2009

I know, it’s a lot to take in. So I’ll break it down for you:

To Be Read:

Reading Every Book

I’ve written before about my quest to read every book in Eiseley Library–so I won’t go into too much detail here. Suffice to say that once I have read every book by a certain author or in a certain Dewey decimal category, I can “close out” that category and won’t be required to read anything more in that category even if the library acquires more books. If I were smart (hah!) I would work feverishly to close out authors that are still writing prolificly. But alas, I am not smart–and instead work on closing out all sorts of dead authors.

In the children’s section, I’m working on two picture book authors (Dr. Seuss and Ludwig Bemelmans) and two juvenile fiction series (The Boxcar Children and The Hardy Boys). These are my current selections from each.

  • Hop on Pop
  • Green Eggs and Ham
  • Great Day for UP
  • Madeline’s Christmas by Ludwig Bemelmans
  • The Woodshed Mystery by Gertrude Chandler Warner
  • The Shore Road Mystery by Franklin W. Dixon

In adult non-fiction, I’m hard at work on 640.43 (Time Management) and 649.122 (Infant and Toddler Care). I’m two books away from completing 640.43 (and those two books are on my nightstand now). 649.122 reproduces too rapidly for me to make any real progress.

  • Managing Workplace Chaos
  • Mom, Inc. by Neale S. Godfrey
  • Growing up Green by Dierdre Imus

Compliments of other Bloggers

My blog reader is always suggesting new books or authors for me to read–so much so that I can’t keep up on reading both at the same time (blogs and books, that is). Several books that are on my nightstand now were recommended to me by other bloggers (or I got interested in the topic because of a blogger.)

The 5 Minutes for Books review of Mistaken Identity convinced me that I had to read it.

When Jolanthe was studying Antarctica with her kids, they studied Shackleton’s adventure on the Endurance. The reminder was enough to re-spark my interest. I’ve been reading up on Shackleton since December.

  • The Endurance by Caroline Alexander
  • Sea of Ice: The Wreck of the Endurance

Anna is a big fan of Grace Livingston Hill–and quotes from her on a semi-regular basis. I haven’t read much Hill since I was a preteen, but I nabbed one of her books from the library a while back. It has, unfortunately, been sitting on my desk for WAY TOO LONG!

I had no clue what to expect when I borrowed The Mysterious Benedict Society from the library–only that I’d heard it’s name favorably on a dozen occasions from my most respected bookie bloggers. It was AMAZING! I was telling my little sister about it and trying to see if the library had another copy she could borrow when the librarian informed me there was a sequel. So–I have book 2.

We weren’t able to find a second copy of The Mysterious Benedict Society for Grace, so she didn’t get it. But I checked out a few of her recommendations:

Just Because/That Looks Interesting

I’m a big fan of randomly browsing the library, picking up whatever looks interesting. These fit the bill.

To Be Reviewed

I’m trying to review the books I read more often on my Book Review page, but I’m always hopelessly behind. Recently read books are piled on my desk/nightstand awaiting review.

Hidden Elsewhere

My bag (and bed itself) acts as a cache for a few more books:

Check out some other nightstands at
5 Minutes for Books.


Husbandless Housewife

Marriage is not easy. Marriage is not the answer to life’s problems. Marriage is not happily ever after. Marriage is not a fairy tale. Marriage is hard work.

I know all that.

But whenever I get discontent or frustrated with any aspect of my life, my favorite fantasy to retreat to is…marriage.

In highschool, when I was trying to figure out which of my hundreds of interests to choose as my LIFE pursuit (i.e. career)–I dreamt of the easy way out. I could just get married–then I wouldn’t have to decide.

When I was overwhelmed by the hamster wheel life of school, work, volunteering, church, family, dorm, friends, Navs–I longed for an escape. I could marry, and then (maybe) I wouldn’t have to bother with half of it (school, work, dorm at least).

When I was in the midst of depression and feeling disconnected from everyone, I thought maybe marriage would be my solution. How could I feel disconnected if I were married?

When I was blacking out ten to twenty times a day and afraid to drive lest I should black out and kill someone–I thought getting married would correct my problem. (Oh wait, I didn’t come up with that. That was the doctor. Well, I guess he didn’t say I had to get married–he said the only cure for my hypovolemia was pregnancy. But since I don’t believe in having children out of wedlock, that meant marriage to me.)

Anyway, my most recent frustration has been with being a housewife.

You see, I love being a housewife–and I am one, despite not having a husband. I revel in cooking homemade meals and keeping my sink shining. I delight in puttering around my home and neatening things. Tidying, organizing, even scrubbing is fun for me. I make breakfast every morning, fill the fridge with homemade food, wash the dishes every evening. I make sure the house is in order–and when it is, all is well with my world.

I don’t begrudge the fact that I do 90% or so of the housework in the home I share with several roommates. I love doing it. What I don’t love is that I don’t have someone else pitching in to give me the time, money, and energy to focus on what I love doing–being a housewife.

You see, as a husbandless housewife, I have to do double duty. I have to carry out both the “housewife” jobs and the “husbandry” jobs. Not only do I cook all the food, do all the dishes, and clean the kitchen–I also have to work to pay for all the food and have to eat it all (generally without assistance) when I’m done. Not only do I clean the house and make it ready for entertaining–I also have to work to pay the full portion of rent (leaving much less time and energy to carry out my housewifely tasks.)

So marriage sounds really good to me right now.

I can just imagine it. He works to pay the bills and takes care of car stuff. I work to buy us little extras and take care of home stuff. He can bring home the bacon–I’ll cook it up. I’ll clean up the kitchen after meals, as long as he’s there to do his part with eating the meals.

Now I’ve painted myself a panacea, a delicious too-good-to-be-true fantasy–but tell me, how is it that girls who hate to cook, despise housework, and are indifferent to children can get married, but I’m still single?

Please don’t take this wrong. I’m not bitter. I’m not angry. I just struggle to understand God’s purpose in my singleness–when I seem so clearly cut out for the life of a housewife.


Hot Grocery Guy

I was staring blankly at the tabloids, lost in my own little world, when I noticed the guy behind me in line. More specifically, I noticed that he was leaning a bit over the belt as if he was looking for a divider. I silently handed him one, still paying no attention to anything–except the vague “Huh” I was muttering in my head regarding Heath Ledger’s fatherless daughter.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw what the man behind me was placing on the belt. Whole grain cheerios, sweet potatoes, spinach, carrots, skim milk– That was enough to jolt me out of my reverie. This guy was seriously attractive. I had to take a look. So I stole a quick peek.

On my glance away, I saw the canvas grocery bags lying in his cart. And almost swooned. Seriously. I mean, I’m not fond of calling things “hot”, but that was HOT.

And now my secret is out. I judge people by the contents of their shopping carts.

When I see a cart full of fresh fruits and veggies, with lots of raw ingredients and not many pre-processed items, I applaud internally. And if the shopper happens to be male, between the ages of 20 and 40, and buying only enough for one, I think “Soul Mate.” (At which point I remind myself that there’s more to life than food–even if being an unpicky eater who loves vegetables ranks high on my dream guy list.)

When I see a cart loaded with pre-packaged foods, predominantly snack foods, I cringe and wonder. I tell myself not to be so judgemental–after all, everyone has different circumstances–and if people judged me by the contents of my grocery bag, they might come up with the wrong impression too.

For instance, this week I bought white flour, shortening, mozzarella and provolone cheese, canned mushrooms, oatmeal, and raisins. The person who sees that (like the hot guy behind me) doesn’t know that I have milk, carrots, romaine lettuce, Omega Eggs, celery, cabbage, turnips, and cauliflower in my fridge. He doesn’t know that I have bananas, apples, and oranges on my counter. He doesn’t know that I have carrots, corn, lima beans, broccoli, peas, stir fry vegetables, and chicken breasts in my freezer. He doesn’t know that I have home canned tomatoes, green beans, and applesauce in my cupboard. He doesn’t know that I have brown rice, dried beans, whole wheat pasta, onions, and red potatoes in my pantry. He doesn’t know that I make my own whole wheat bread and whole grain corn tortillas or my own yogurt. He really doesn’t know anything about me based on this week’s purchases.

So what if the hot guy behind me was judging me based on my purchases? If he were looking at me through my eyes, he’d probably be thinking: “Pretty girl. I like the shopping bag–is that homemade? But look at what she’s buying. Does she realize that everything she’s buying is WHITE? She probably doesn’t even cook–probably taking oatmeal cookies to an event.”

He might have had a really good-looking cart, but I ruined my chances with mine. Apart from his thank you when I handed him a divider, we didn’t speak. There was nothing to say. Just another attractive guy to admire from a distance.


Simple Sunday: Sewing Machine

Sewing Machine

My parents gave me this sewing machine for my high school graduation. They’d been hiding it in their closet for two years since finding it as a steal at a garage sale.

Since then I’ve used it to sew myself not a few articles of clothing, to put together a number of quilts, and to mend or alter too many items to count. My sewing machine has traveled from my parents’ home to a dorm room and back, to one residence after another since then. It’s traveled to church for ladies craft nights and ladies have crowded around it in my own home.

I’m thankful for how my sewing machine has enabled me to live cheaply–and richly.

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