Thursday, March 27, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
but as i thought about it, i realized that discouragement is really so fitting for this day. isn't that what Jesus' followers must have felt as their Teacher and Leader and King hung on the cross that day? how hopeless and disillusioned they must have felt, so much more profoundly than just being tired of the weather. how impatient they must have felt waiting for the Messiah. "we thought it was Jesus' but now he is gone. how long must we wait for our saviour? how long must we wait to be rescued from the romans?" discouragement, impatience, despair.
but the discouragement, sadness, and hopelessness of good friday is broken by the Resurrection. the Light breaks through the darkness. how much more we can appreciate the spring after the cold hard winter. and as we face the fear and hopelessness of our own sin and sure death, how much more do we rejoice and marvel at the miracle of new life in Christ?
Friday, March 21, 2008
later, when things had calmed, i meted out the consequences for her disobedience with assurances of my love. she accepted this solemnly and silently. marching upstairs to be banished from the family in her room for a time, plus an extra chore to complete.
oh, my dear sweet emotional girl. how she sends me for a loop with her unpredictable moods, swinging from out of control outrage to ecstatic happiness and extravagant showers of love. she feels things so strongly and wears her heart on her sleeve. "Lord, how will i guide this precious one? how can i help her control her temper when i can't always control mine? how can i tame her fierce emotions?"
as i am getting ready for bed that night, i see a blue card propped next to my bed. in flowery embellished letters the word, "Sorry." a tear springs to my eye as i turn the card over and read,
everyday gift: a love note
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
lynn, over at a mother's journal, has posted a call for your favorite things, so i have decided to play along! this is one of my favorite things, a miniature porcelain clock which i bought as a souvenir in haarlem, netherlands. (it is cleverly photographed with many more of my favorite things: books!)
and of course, behind the souvenir is a wonderful memory...i was young, single, out of college but in between any serious job, and i was looking for adventure! i decided to blow my entire savings back-packing through europe. it was a summer to remember. i visited a friend living in madrid, some missionaries in vienna, and l'abri in switzerland. i traveled through 7 countries in all. but one of my most memorable stops was in haarlem, just outside of amsterdam. it was here that corrie ten boom lived with her family during world war II. it was in this family's clock shop and home that they hid jews behind a secret panel in an upstairs bedroom, risking everything including their very lives to stand up for what is right. i took a tour of the ten boom home and heard the stories of God's faithfulness in the midst of unspeakable horrors. i had read the book, The Hiding Place, but to stand in the room where it all took place was very moving. i bought the clock in the shop where the ten booms once did business, thankful to find a treasure that would fit in my backpack. thank you, lynn, for bringing to mind those memories. i just might dust off my copy of The Hiding Place and read it to my kids.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
i am not trying to be mysterious or vague, in fact, i started out by trying to summarize the entire situation, but realized that i did not want to see that posted. i really want to keep this blog a place to report God's faithfulness to us each day rather than become a venting place. (trust me, i do my share of that). so i deleted it all and wrote only of how God was blessing us through this trial.
and i will tell you this, we have seen some progress in resolving the problem we have been dealing with. God is good, all the time!
everyday gift: answered prayer
Friday, March 14, 2008
slice through the leathery skin and pull the fruit apart in sections. best done with the fruit submerged in cool water to avoid staining anything with its juice, separate the seeds from the white, bitter tasting membranes. the seeds will sink and the rest will float making it easy to separate the seeds.
each seed is surrounded by a sac of sweet tart juice.
we have learned some interesting historical facts about the pomegranate. this information has been taken from a variety of internet sources:
- pomegranates are one of the oldest cultivated fruits.
- the pomegranate is mentioned frequently in the old testament.
- ancient egyptians considered the pomegranate a symbol of fertility.
- ancient romans tanned pomegranate skins and used them as leather.
- Homer wrote about the fruit and its health benefits.
- according to some jewish scholars, the pomegranate was the forbidden fruit in the garden of eden.
- the juice of the pomegranate contains powerful antioxidants, perhaps even more than green tea or red wine.
- the french named their hand-tossed explosive a "grenade" after the seed-scattering properties of the pomegranate fruit.
- jewish tradition says that each fruit contains 613 seeds representing the 613 commandments of the torah
- another source stated that each fruit contains 840 seeds exactly. (S thinks we need to buy another one so we can count the seeds!)
For the Lord your God is bringing you into a good land - a land with streams and pools of water, with springs flowing in the valleys and hills; a land with wheat and barley, vines and fig trees, pomegranates, olive oil and honey...When you have eaten and are satisfied, praise the Lord your God for the good land he has given you. Deut. 8:8-10
everyday gift: fingers stained with pomegranate juice
i ran across this word while i was reading aloud to the kids and since i did not know what it meant, actually, i did not even know how to say it, we looked it up in our trusty dictionary. so after reading the definition i asked the kids if they understood what it meant.
"you mean, like, 'i am feeling ennui about my schoolwork'?"
yeah. i think they get it.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
...a strong of sense of unity with mark
...a hug from C as he tells me thanks for helping him
...watching painful but productive lessons develop character in an emerging young man
...pride welling up in me as i consider the incredible courage and self-control C has shown during all of this
everyday gift: welcome signs of spring
Saturday, March 8, 2008
i can't tell you how much i love these girls. they are each so incredible with hearts ready to learn, give, love, and grow! it has been such a joy to watch these friendships blossom.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
her characters immediately evoked a whole range of emotions: drew, the pastor and fraud, angered me with his greed for power, deceiving and using his congregation. valentine, the woman whose horribly burned face made me wince at the thought of looking at her scars when she removed her veil. and lella, a woman born with no arms and legs made me feel such pity, but also amazement at her positive and cheerful spirit. the friendship of those two women was very touching. as the story unfolds and the characters process some very hurtful and traumatic events, they travel full circle to a place of resolution and hope, but not without pain. without preaching, this book presents authentic Christianity: an individual's recognition of their own need of forgiveness and the realization that God is their only hope. through our healed relationship with God it is possible to reach out to others, extending forgiveness and reconciliation. our souls long to be embraced by a loving and forgiving God.
Embrace Me was a story of lives torn apart by the consequences of selfish and sinful choices, but also of healing, redemption, and forgiveness. what a contrast to Water for Elephants which puts on display the worst of human nature as a sort of sideshow without any hope or redemption.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Saturday, March 1, 2008
i know, i am a lightweight.