Time Travel Tuesday: Yesterday

My Life as Annie‘s weekly Time Travel Tuesday takes us this time to…yesterday! That shouldn’t be too hard on the ol’ memory banks. 🙂

We don’t really “celebrate” Labor Day per se beyond just enjoying the day off. My college student, however, did not have the day off. I told him the night before to be sure and set his alarm, because I couldn’t guarantee when I’d be up. I went ahead and set mine for 6:20, and he was already up and in the shower (yay!), but I decided to get up anyway and see him off. I got to sleep in an hour longer than usual, though, so that was nice.

I went downstairs and had devotions, then breakfasted while reading blogs. I took a break for a bit and was pondering whether to begin a post I was thinking about or wait until later when — the power blinked off. We don’t know what happened (it may be in this morning’s paper, but I haven’t looked yet), but we did read later on the power company’s web site that over 800 people were without power. Ours was off for about 5 hours.

I hadn’t taken my shower yet, though, and our bathroom has no windows or outside lighting at all. Jeremy said, “Well, as long as you can find the soap, you don’t really need light to see what you’re doing.” True, but it’s a little disorienting to try to take a shower without light, plus my balance problem is worse when I can’t see well. I remembered we had a little battery-operated camp lantern in a closet, so I got that just as Jim remembered a little battery-operated push-button light in anther closet. He put that one up over the shower and I put the lantern on the counter, and it was a very workable arrangement.

After it was already too late I remembered I wouldn’t be able to curl my hair and I probably shouldn’t have washed it. My hair doesn’t really curl, but it’s very fly-away and messy-looking when it dries and I usually curl it just under enough to make it look a little more put-together. But I had already washed it, so I put some mousse on it: that helped a little, though it makes my hair look dark.

My original plan for the day had been to start on the family room curtains I’ve been wanting/needing to make. But…there was no power for the sewing machine. I did get the pattern out and read through the instructions to get some idea of where I’d be going. One problem I have with many projects is the multiple decisions that have to be made. I had already agonized over pattern and fabric choice and still wasn’t decided about whether to go to a town 40 minutes away to look for trim (after not finding any here) or to just skip it, when reading through the pattern presented a new wrinkle: it’s a quick-sew pattern and recommended fusible bonding for several of the steps. But the fabric is dry clean only, and I had read something a while back about some men’s dress shirts getting messed up after being taken to the dry cleaners because they had fusible bonding in the seams, and it left a discolored line when it was dry cleaned. I think I will probably sew everything rather than fusing it just to be safe.

We went out for lunch to the food court at the mall. I have a few favorite things there and had my taste buds all set for a ham sandwich from one shop, only to discover the shop had closed! I was so dismayed. I wasn’t in the mood for the teriyaki chicken from the Japanese place that I often get, so I decided on S’barro’s. Honestly I think their pizza looks a lot better than it tastes, usually, but this time I got something like a pizza pie — it had two layers of crust with pepperoni and sausage inside and bacon on the top. It was really good. Jesse got a slice of cheese pizza at S’barro’s; Jeremy got a Cool Wrap at Chick-Fil-A, and Jim got the teriyaki chicken. We had hit the mall at just the right time — scores of teens came in and lined up at several of the eateries just after we started eating. We thought maybe it was just people off for the day hitting the mall, but we saw several similar t-shirts and decided maybe it was a group of some kind traveling. Sure enough, when we left, we saw a couple of buses, but they were marked, so I don’t know what kind of group they were or where they were headed.

So we headed for home — and the power still was off. We don’t realize how much of what we do depends on electricity until we’re without it! I got out a new book on my reading list, The Princess Bride, curled up on the couch in front of a window to get enough light, and read for the better part of the afternoon dozing off just a little here and there. Not a bad way to spend an afternoon off. 🙂

The power came back on around 3, so I hit the computer for a while.

Jim grilled hamburgers and chicken for dinner. Luscious!

After dinner Jeremy and Jesse played Starships of Cataan and I put some laundry in and read my book a little more. We all watched a rerun of “Heroes” (can’t wait til the new episodes start!)

So it was a pretty laid-back and enjoyable day, even with the power being off. I’m glad it came back on before evening.

Psalm Sunday: Psalm 43

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My apologies for this being late. We had company yesterday and our power was off several hours today.

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1 Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation: O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man.

2 For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

3 O send out thy light and thy truth: let them lead me; let them bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy tabernacles.

4 Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy: yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God.

5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

The subject matter and progression of this Psalm is pretty straightforward. The Psalmist cries out to the God of his strength for deliverance and exercises faith that God will answer him.

There are a few phrases that stand out to me. One is in verse 4, where he says he will go to “God, my exceeding joy.” I don’t know if the Psalmist here is David, but this echoes David’s being a man after God’s own heart. His passion for God makes mine look so paltry. Though I love God and look to Him for protection and provision and grace and strength and everything else that is needed, times when I have thought of Him in that way have been few, the highlights of life rather than and everyday occurrence. I pray that will change.

Verse 3 also stands out: O send out thy light and thy truth: let them lead me. How easily we can be led astray, especially in times of need, and how greatly we need His light and truth.

And then verse 5 repeats similar thoughts from Psalm 42. That word “disquieted” really captures how we feel when something is amiss in our world. Dr. Jim Berg titled his series dealing with guilt, anxiety, anger and despair Quieting a Noisy Soul with this same idea in mind: a heart that is not at rest in the Lord is “noisy,” disquieted. This led me to look up other verses about quietness of spirit:

Isaiah 30:15: For thus saith the Lord GOD, the Holy One of Israel; In returning and rest shall ye be saved; in quietness and in confidence shall be your strength: and ye would not.

Isaiah 32:17: And the work of righteousness shall be peace; and the effect of righteousness quietness and assurance for ever.

Psalm 131: 1-2: Lord, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty: neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me. Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child.

Psalm 107: 28-30: Then they cry unto the LORD in their trouble, and he bringeth them out of their distresses. He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still. Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he bringeth them unto their desired haven.

Psalm 1:33: But whoso hearkeneth unto me shall dwell safely, and shall be quiet from fear of evil.

I Peter 3:4: But let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.

This “quietness” isn’t something mystical: it is the state of the soul at rest in God, fully confident that He can and will take full care of us and whatever problems might enter our lives.

Book Review: Sometimes I Prefer to Fuss

It may look like book week for a few days here at Stray Thoughts. 🙂 I’ve finished three books in the last couple of weeks, but haven’t had time it discuss them yet.

Some years ago I read and enjoyed a book titled Sometimes I Prefer to Fuss by Verda Peet. When I tried to find a copy of it, though, I found it was out of print. I’ve kept an eye out for it ever since, and just recently discovered it in Amazon.com’s used books for just a few dollars.

The premise of the book can be found in the introduction:

The idea that missionaries are haloed saints, mature and perfected, above the sins of most mortals and so not needing much prayer, has done great disservice to the missionary cause. If you ever lived with missionaries you would know that their halos are askew. If I were to say that a missionary preaches the gospel, may (if female) put curlers in her hair, likes ice cream, travels a lot, longs for letters from home, can be thoughtless or domineering or depressed, perspires, has cakes that don’t always rise, never gets beyond the need of the Lord’s teaching, is concerned about her children’s upbringing and education and feels irritable in the heat, your first thought would be, “Sounds like a description of me.”

Exactly. James tells us Elijah was a man of like passions but we have trouble believing it. Our glamorization of missionaries blinds us to the need of down-to-earth prayer for down-to-earth details.

The title comes from the fact that God does send help when needed, even for “small” irritations like excessive heat and perspiration, and sticky clothes — but sometimes we prefer to “fuss” instead.

Mrs. Peet and her husband were missionaries in Thailand for about thirty years. Her book is an honest and often funny look at missionary life, but its lessons of faith are applicable to anyone.

There are so many places I marked in the book — I wish I could share them all. One thing that came up often was the need for wisdom in so many areas and the possibility of misunderstandings. For instance, even the simplest living arrangements of Americans can seem extravagant in jungle or tribal areas. One missionary who wanted to live as much like the people as possible did without a refrigerator, then overheard two of the nationals commenting that she did not get one because she was stingy. Another family who saved some of their best “goodies” from home to serve a visiting VIP heard that he later spread the word that the missionaries “lived too well.” So often they would like to just give the people material things they need, and they often do, but they don’t want to foster dependence on the missionary instead of the Lord.

Satan throws innumerable obstacles to keep people from believing or to stifle them when they do believe. The missionaries have to learn patience with a new believer’s struggling to “walk” in a faith totally foreign to anything he knows — just as a child stumbles and falls, so will a new believer until he matures. Practices that seem obviously wrong to Westerners with a heritage of a Judeo-Christian background, like premarital sex and using and selling opium, can take a while for a new believer from a different background to recognize as wrong. Then a new believer, or even one just showing an interest in Christianity, can face ridicule, ostracism, and persecution. There are thorny questions about what old practices are wrong, what a new believer should do when the demon priest declares an area or a day “taboo.” The consequences of violating a taboo are very real, but the believers can eventually learn to trust in God for protection.

With all the disappointment and heartache of those who “trusted” the Lord for the wrong reasons (like healing from a sickness when the demon rituals didn’t help) or those who did believe but fell away due to family pressure, there are also gems who have endured the refining fires to shine like diamonds. One believing lady, Celia, had a husband who was a professing Christian but not living very actively for the Lord. One day he showed up in their home with a second wife and moved her in, a common practice in their culture, but one that he should have known better than to practice as a believer. As a missionary lady came to comfort and encourage her through the Word, Celia said, “I thought I could never cook for her (the second wife) but I remembered “love your enemies,” and because of these words I overcame, and I cook and call her to eat.” I was convicted at my lack of “overcoming” minor trials by comparison.

Another quote that stood out to me was, “The trial of our faith is not to point out how faulty it is but to prove how trustworthy He is. I had always pictured God testing me to show how little I believed, but He has a more positive purpose — to increase my capacity to enjoy His faithfulness.”

Another “lesson” was to trust the sovereignty of God to work even through fallible leaders. There was an elected field council as well as a superintendent who were good men, but human like everyone else, whose temperament, background, training, quirks, and pet theories may effect their decisions. When they make a decisions that seems wrong or unfair, there is temptation to blame them. “If we see ourselves in the hands of men, we can expect to be miserable, but if we know ourselves to be in God’s hands, subject to His decisions, we can go on in peace.”

There is so much more — grace through trials and how the Lord uses them, dealing with fear, care of children, etc. This book is a good “peek” into the under-the-surface, real everyday lives of missionaries, but it is also an example of how the Lord uses “all things” to work together for good and to grow His children in grace and knowledge of Him.

Book Review: The Potluck Club Takes the Cake

The Potluck Club Takes the Cake by Linda Evans Shepherd and Eva Marie Everson is the third in a series about a group of friends from a church who started several years ago getting together for prayer and a potluck meal.

The characters and their storylines were established in the earlier two books. There’s Evie, or Evangeline, long-time church and town member, founder and acknowledged unofficial head of the Potluck Club. She’d dating her “old flame” from high school days, Vern, the sheriff, who is also the father of Donna, another member of the Potluck Club. Donna, unbeknownst to others, is not a believer and has several issues to work through — the abandonment of her mother, the abortion of a child years earlier that she still hasn’t gotten over, her father’s dating of Evie, attention from several males when she wants to be left alone, and her work as her father’s deputy. Vonnie is an older lady who is very close to Donna. Her son was taken away when he was born, and her mother told her the baby had died, all because she was prejudiced against the heritage of the baby’s dead father. In a previous book Vonnie was shocked to discover her baby was very much alive and grown and wanted to meet her. Vonnie’s husband was even more shocked — he hadn’t known that Vonnie was married before. Lizzie is just settling into the quiet serenity of an almost empty nest when one son’s family problems cause him to move back home, later bringing his wife and child with him. Then her brother has a crisis in his family, necessitating that Lizzie step in to provide care for her elderly mother. Goldie’s husband has been unfaithful for years and she finally calls him on it, moving out of the house. He begins counseling with the pastor and Goldie has to decide whether he is sincere and what she should do. And then there is Lisa Leann, newcomer, transplant from Texas, general busybody, on an all-out and obvious campaign to wrest the leadership of the group from Evie. And Clay is a local reporter who is interested in Donna and who speculates what the Potluck Club as a whole is up to.

Each chapter is told by a different character, with Clay’s observations in between chapters tying them all together. I like the set-up because you hear the different character’s voices and see events from different points of view.

When I began reading the first book, I thought, “Well, Christian fiction should have flawed characters, because we are all flawed,  but wow, these ladies are over the top!” I think, I hope, anyway that some of their character flaws are exaggerated for effect, especially Lisa Leann’s. And though the storylines may sound somewhat soap-opera-ish, Christians today do have to deal with several of the issues involved. The authors masterfully weave together each storyline ads the ladies help each other through each crisis and grow in grace and dependence on the Lord, and there are splashes of humor as well as poignant moments throughout. This was my favorite book in the series so far.