Ah was wid dem white chillun so much till Ah didn't know Ah wuzn't white till Ah
was round six years old.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
It smells heavenly, and has the best rise I've ever gotten out of the dutch-oven inside of the oven method of bread baking.
Hurry home, Chad, I want to crack open this baby!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
If Christ's birthday is around the 25th of December (obviously, the Jewish calendar is different, but this date on our Julian calendar is pretty close to their date), then his conception was around the time of Passover in late March or early April.
Coincidence? I think not...
I can't take credit for this scholarly thought...I read it in my "Jesus the One and Only" study guide (a Beth Moore study).
Sunday, September 21, 2008
CAMPONTHIS: TO THIS ONE WILL I LOOK...<br>God's men in ministry should be different than the world around them
Friday, September 19, 2008
Pull out the bike. Flat front tire. Drat. Pull out the Joe Blow tire pump. Drat. The valve steam has a leak. Call Chad. Me: Hey Hon, the tyre pump isn't working. Am I doing this right? Hon: Yep, just ream on it hard to cover the whole valve. Drat. I just dropped the cell and lost my call.
(More whining and unraveling.)
Plan C: put on the jogging kit (which is hard to just walk with 'cuz you can't turn. You have to put the front wheel up in the air and pivot). Drat. Flat single front tyre. Oh wait, the pump is working on this one. (Okay, those unraveled loose ends are tied up. Phew. Let's go.)
Off to the park. Great time! Swings! Cute dogs! Popcorn for snack! Great time!
Romans 8:28 - And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.
Eccles. 7:8 - The end of a matter is better than its beginning; Patience of spirit is better than haughtiness of spirit.
Eph. 4:1-2 - Therefore I, the prisoner of the Lord, implore you to walk in a manner worthy of the calling with which you have been called, with all humility and gentleness, with patience, showing tolerance for one another in love...
Do you ever wonder about those times that nothing, nothing, nothing seems to go your way? Was there a wacko at the park? A mad dog? A crazy driver along the way? Why, oh why do I struggle with patience so?!! Shouldn't I know by now that God has his timing?
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I'm wearing a green shirt today that Ingrid really likes for some reason. It's just green, nothing special. But today she asked if she could wear it when she is big enough. I have a feeling that's going to be sooner rather than later.
Ingrid has also been commenting on clothes A LOT lately. Unfortunately, she's commenting on styles that Chad and I just don't approve of. I think clothing is going to be a matter of prayer for our family in relation to Ingrid. She likes anything that is glitzy and fancy, or shows shoulders and back. It's that princess syndrome again. Arghhh!!!! Belle's yellow dress (from Disney's Beauty and the Beast) is her favorite Disney Princess ball gown. Yes, there's a heirarchy of ball gowns. And Jasmine's "Arabian Nights" outfit (my description) is her favorite "everyday outfit" worn by a Disney Princess. (Jasmine is from Aladdin.) It's not the most modest thing in the world. She is begging me to "make her a Jasmine costume" for Halloween. Not gonna happen.
Again a common theme in our lives: she was exposed to something, that we didn't want her to be exposed to, outside of our home. And we're not for cloistering. I love that she loves princesses...I love to see her femininity developing. But it KILLS ME that we have to teach her this lesson at 4! Why is she even thinking about this? She is constantly asking me about the princess' "womanly forms" in relation to modesty knowing full well what I'm going to say, yet she loves that "look".
I have always wanted my children to look like children, not little adults. I don't think the little adult thing is cute at all. Yet she is constantly drawn to adult-style clothing. At FOUR. I won't go so far as to call us victims, but we are targets of media bombardment. And we must continue to teach her discernment from a very young age.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
I'm not up there anymore. That's not me. Anonymity regained.
Hey, I'm the advocate o' the moment over on the methodlust blog!
Well there goes my anonymity on the web :(-
Everything has distracted me: kids, fatigue, hormones, house work, yard work, crochet, reading my book club book (which I need to review! Aaack!), bread baking, sourdough maintenance, my birthday, Chad's birthday, my Dad's birthday, grocery shopping, swimming, fretting over not exercising, web surfing, facebook and so on ad infinitum.
The evil one has a subtle way of interjecting minutae in our lives. It usually isn't the big stuff that keeps us from doing what we need to do, it's the little stuff.
Speaking of which, Ilsa just emptied the linen closet.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
- God's special grace bestowed upon me, and His general grace bestowed upon the world. (This one IS in order!) Thanks Pastor I. for the wonderful sermon on Sunday.
- Ladies Bible Study starts tomorrow morning! Woo hoo!
- Ingrid and Ilsa playing "boat" in the laundry basket.
- Dryer sheets that make the laundry smell so purty.
- Costco sells bulk yeast.
- Oatmeal raisin cookies.
- Even-handed political satire (if you are very protective of your political party, don't click here. On the other hand, if you love good political satire, do click here.)
- Chad loves biking and staying fit.
- My 40th birthday on Friday. Yes, I am very thankful to be turning 40. I have had a wonderful life, and look forward to the years that I hope will be graciously bestowed upon me.
- It's almost fall, and candy corn is now readily available.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Nice crumb. Chewy and still light. Crust is chewy not crunchy, which will please Chad and the girls.
I'm going to try a traditional San Francisco style next.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Pizza was a zippo - only had the nasty meat combo ones (I think very few people even buy those -- there were about a zillion of them there in neat little stacks); I exchanged that for a scarily expensive bag of frozen halibut filets...but they were still 50% less than the frozen filets at the Commissary... Got the other stuff and the holy grail of my Costco trip, that hermetically sealed 36 ounce brick of yeast. Woo hoo! $3.99!
I only share this because I had gone to another local big chain grocery store whose parent company is K_ _ _ _ R. A "bulk" - ha ha!!! 4 ounce jar of Red Star " yeast was $9.99 there! I AM NOT KIDDING. I thought it was a misprint. I re-read the price tag a couple of times thinking they put the jars in the wrong row...
And oh, I got out of Costco in less than 15 minutes on a Saturday afternoon at 5:30!
Saturday, September 6, 2008
I wish you didn't have eyes!!
She said what we often wish, didn't she? But we KNOW it isn't true. The Lord does see our every little deed, but not as a malevolent dictator waiting for us to slip up. I think I was "waiting for her to slip up" a little bit, because frankly I wanted the TV off. My motivation was wrong in the first place. The Lord watches us for His purposes, I often watch my girls for my own selfish purposes instead of wanting to shepherd their little hearts. The warning after warning after warning was actually doing my girls a disservice. It wasn't showing patience, and ultimately just showed them that "I got my own way".The eyes of the LORD are in every place, Watching the evil and the good. - Proverbs 15:3
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Our housing development is in a nice area, but adjacent to a large expanse of uninhabited desert close to the freeway. We know they are looking for illegals crossing over from Mexico through the desert.
The first time the helicopters buzzed our home at 2:00 am (about a year ago) I was terrified that there was a prison break at the maximum security facility that isn't close to us, but is close enough to make me think of it. I was terrified.
I never go back to sleep very after a black helicopter night and always feel unsettled the next day. Politics and immigration policy aside, the thought of people out in the desert running from those searchlights makes me sad. They are literally dying of thirst out there during the day and pursued by searchlights at night. I also wonder if this is the way it's going to be during the Tribulation -- Christians running from the Black Helicopters?
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Monday, September 1, 2008
Then came *those* kids...we've all experienced them at a public place. This 3 year old girl was literally screaming at the top of her lungs, and her mommy was doing nothing other than cajoling her to go inside "like a nice little girl and you'll get a treat". Then came the "we're going to leave if you don't shape up" threats...not followed-through upon. She looked at me and mouthed, "how long will this last?" meaning, it was a phase, right? We could hear the screaming continue into the store (we were seated outside).
I have seen this mommy and kids there before on my Tuesday/Thursday mornings with Ilsa. There is always some issue...and a sheepish retreat from the store.
By this time I'm feeling pretty good about myself. I would never cajole. I follow through on discipline. I have kids who listen. I...I...I... For the most part, my girls are well behaved. They have their moments, of course. So do I (see "angry" below). But this gloating is a sin. It's pride.
Proverbs 16:18 - Pride goes before destruction, And a haughty spirit before stumbling.
Proverbs 16:5 - Everyone who is proud in heart is an abomination to the LORD; Assuredly, he will not be unpunished.
Proverbs 21:4 - Haughty eyes and a proud heart, The lamp of the wicked, is sin.
This mom genuinely appears to be struggling with how to discipline her kids. Since I see her periodically, what should I do? Is being a good example enough? Perhaps no one ever taught her. Maybe she's never stepped through the door of a church. Would it be awfully presumptious to buy her a good book such as Don't Make Me Count to Three? I really don't think that's the best approach. Ooooh, maybe I could bring the book to S-bux and read it; that might be a more-natural way to bring it up. I really feel for this mom and her kids. Things are only going to go downhill from here for her.
Brought home the new Method Smarty Dish dishwasher detergent cubes this week. Besides being packaged in the standard (understatement) wonderful Method packaging, and having one of those wonderful Method fragrances (pink grapefruit -- smells like pink PEZ is doing your dishes!) they work SOOOOO well. The first time I used Method, no residue. No little bits of food gunk. And that wonderful smell.
Downsides: the smell, shape and texture make them appear to be a really large candy such as a SweetTart; in fact Ilsa asked if they were candy. Secondly, the cost. While they are currently on sale at Target for $4.99, the regular cost is $5.99 for 20 tablets (20 washes). If you have really soft water, according to my dishwasher manufacturer, you can break tablets in half, which would be deal! Unfortunately, we have really hard water, so we need every last little granule of cleaning agent in that little tablet.
However, I have been handwashing more lately -- I love the feel of the Method dishwashing soap -- seriously, the suds are velvety. There's a level of instant gratification in doing dishes by hand. Zip, they're done. The scented versions are really nice (cucumber, pink grapefruit, french lavender), but I love the unscented and dye-free "Go Naked" variety. Although unscented, it does have a lovely slightly sweet smell from the natural cleaning agents I suppose. A recent issue of Cook's Illustrated also gave it their highly recommended rating for dishwashing soap. Given these facts, I might switch permanently to the Smarty Dish Cubes.