Sunday, March 30, 2008
I've been reading the book of Job and I am noticing that Job displays something much more than patience. He displays an utter faith and trust in the justice and mercy of God; in God's complete sovereignty. In the midst of sitting in his ash heap, covered in boils and listening to his less than comforting friends he says these things,
"In His hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind." ~Job 12:10
"To God belong wisdom and power; counsel and understanding are His." ~ Job 12:13
"Though He slay me, yet will I hope in Him;" ~Job 13:15
"Man's days are determined; you have decreed the number of his months and have set limits he cannot exceed." ~Job 14:5
As I continue to walk the path of trial in my life, God is showing me that He is in complete control. He is busy burning off the dross in my life, leading me to the place where I can say with utter conviction, "Though He slay me, yet will I hope in Him."
Thursday, March 27, 2008
I can hardly believe it...I rarely, if ever win anything that's worth anything. But this is huge for me because I've been looking for....no, desiring to find....no, yearning for a denim skirt. Do you know how hard it is to find a denim skirt for a short little pear shaped, over 40 (but not looking it) woman?
Okay, maybe you don't but let me tell you, it ain't easy! And Christa-Taylor has one! Here it is:
Sorry it's a little "digitally" looking. Don't you just love it?!? I can hardly wait to spend my money. And Christa-Taylor is a great place to spend it. To explain a little about who she is and what she is about I'm going to plagiarize Coralie,
Christa-Taylor is a family run company, with Christa’s dad and brothers actively involved in the business, and it is operated with a Christian world view. Taking seriously the command in scripture to support widows and orphans in their distress, Christa sends 5% from every purchase to
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
And that's not all! (Of course it may not all get read but one needs to have goals!) I'm also planning on reading these:
Home to Holly Springs by Jan Karon
Raising Maidens of Virtue: A Study of Feminine Loveliness for Mothers and Daughters by Stacy McDonald
Alice In Wonderland by Lewis Carroll (This is a read-aloud with my kiddos that we have already started.)
That should keep me plenty busy this Spring. There are, of course, a few that have been read before...in case you hadn't noticed the well worn bindings of the Narnia series. My already in progress books have book marks sticking out the tops. I'm looking forward to each book on my list and I hope that I can read them ALL!
If you want to see more book lists (and there are some good ones out there) be sure to head over to Callapidder Days and check out the Mr. Linky list.
Monday, March 24, 2008
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Friday, March 14, 2008
I have been in that state for a few days.
Actually ever since I wrote the Perilous Women post.
Which I followed up with my "rock - n - roll" post.
I feel as though I have been loud and obnoxious lately. Not at all the woman of strong convictions but gentle words that I want to be. Not at all reflecting a gentle and quiet spirit like I want to reflect. Not at all the Titus 2 woman I long to be.
For this I wish to apologize to you dear reader.
There are a lot of things that I could use as excuses for the tone of my writing lately, but they are just that...excuses. There is no excuse for sounding my mouth off the way I did about Oprah. Don't misunderstand me, I still think her philosophy will lead folks astray from the truth. However, I never stopped to think how she may be just as lost and just as in need of a Savior. And it's easy to target those in the public eye, especially if we don't know them personally.
As to the rock - n - roll post...well...that's just a part of my past. It's amusing to listen to the things we used to listen to and chuckle over the clothes we used to wear and the way we used to style our hair...but not everyone necessarily wants to hear about it. Kind of like watching hours of scenery slides of your neighbor's vacation. (Yaaawwwnn, kinda boring.) And since my nostalgia trip included some kind of obnoxious music...well, I am very sorry.
So that is what I have been putting off lately. A heart felt apology for the tone of my writing. I offer it humbly to you.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Husbands response was to leave the room and go sit down at the computer.
"Well," I thought. "so much for that!"
The next thing I hear is this....
We had a good time cracking up over that! Then I saw this and insisted we listen to it too.
Of course that brought up the question, "What is a Casbah?" So off we traipsed to Wikipedia and found this definition: The Casbah (French) or as transliterated from Arabic Qasba (from qasba, قصبة, 'citadel') is specifically the citadel of Algiers and the traditional quarter clustered round it. More generally, kasbah denotes the walled citadel of many North African cities and towns. The word made its way into English from French in the late 19th century (the Oxford English Dictionary says 1895), hence its conventional English spelling.
Now, back when that picture at the beginning of this post was taken, NONE of this would have been possible. And can you believe that that sweet little thing sitting next to her brother listened to the Clash? Yes that sweet little thing is me, June of 1983, the year I graduated from High School. Note the braid on the side of my head and the bi-level cut bangs. And how do you like that Izod shirt my brother has on? Oh yeah, and the pearls....I wore pearls with just about everything!
I also listened to this:
That would probably explain the pearls.
My kids think I've absolutely lost it when I go dancing around the house to Rock the Casbah. Not that I do that very often. I asked Son if he didn't realize that I had a whole life before he was born. His response? "I never thought about it before." Daughter just rolled her eyes!
Well, that's all the fun for today! I need to now put my responsible Mommy hat back on, unbraid my side ponytail and take off my pearls.
Maybe I'll rock this town later on....