Know and Tell Friday

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I saw at Laurel’s that there is a new meme at To Know Him called Know and Tell Friday. I thought it looked like fun.

This week’s questions are:

1.What scares you?

Oh, my — too many things. I regularly have to wrestle with fears and “what ifs?” and entrust them to the Lord. A few would be: something drastic happening to my kids or husband; anyone on my family falling away spiritually; heights; the dark; bad guys of any variety; spiders and snakes and creepy things; health issues….

ย What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee (Psalm 56:3).

2. Coke or Pepsi (Diet counts)?

Diet decaf Pepsi. I used to drink Dr. Pepper, but had to go decaf for health reasons, and didn’t care for its decaf version. Then at a church fellowship I tried decaf Pepsi and liked it, then switched to the diet version several months ago. Since the only decaf soft drink in most restaurants is Sierra Mist and I’m not real crazy about it, I usually drink water out or root beer if they have it.

3. I would love to try…ย 

Painting. Not big portraits or masterpieces, but I’d love to learn enough to paint a little flower on a note card, things like that.

4. Spiritually speaking, do you have a Quiet Time? If so, where, when, and how long have you had one? If not, what is stopping you from having a Quiet time? (Quiet time is defined as time alone with God. It can consist of praying, reading God’s word, and worship among many other things).

Yes, I do. It took a long time to get regular about it, and then the problem is staying awake and alert and truly concentrating and meeting with the Lord rather than just “doing my duty.” There will always be some kind of battle involved with it, but it’s very worth it to do whatever we can. I wrote a few posts in connection with this, listed in the “My favorite posts” section of my sidebar.

Peeking out of the rut

One of our town’s annual events is a “Dickens of a Christmas.” Main Street is blocked off, various groups stage reenactments of holiday scenes or plays in store windows, there is a parade of people dressed in Dickensian garb, choirs sing and instrumentalists play at various locations, vendors sell hot chocolate and various foods, and there is a carol sing and lighting of the Christmas tree. My oldest son did a nice write-up about this year’s event.

In past years attendance had gone way down and few groups seemed to be participating, but this year there seemed to be a resurgence of interest. In fact, it was almost too crowded to enjoy at some points. We discussed going next year right when the parade starts at 6 and then eating there. They used to only sell munchies and warm drinks, but now area restaurants sell full dinners at a food court. It’s hard to get there by 6 and eat dinner at home beforehand when many of the family members don’t get home til 5:30 or 6. Most people seem to come for the tree lighting at 8, so if we got there early and ate, then maybe the windows wouldn’t be so crowded for an hour or so til people started trickling in for the tree lighting.

Overall we really enjoyed it.

The sad thing is, though, that I hadn’t originally planned on going. I’m getting to be — dare I say it — somewhat leaning toward old and set in my ways. Usually after dinner I like to crash with my feet up and go through recipe magazines or watch TV or read or whatever. I don’t usually like to get out and go anywhere in the evenings, especially when it’s cold and dark. And crowded places make me feel a little claustrophobic. And I have this thing about being able to have access to bathrooms.

We hadn’t talked about going, but I overheard my husband say something to one of the kids about it, and Jason was bringing his girlfriend over for it. I found out afterward that Jeremy considers it one of the highlights of the year. So I was glad we went. I was also glad no one had asked me point-blank if I wanted to go beforehand so I didn’t cast any negativity over it. We talked about the need to get out of our rut sometimes. I’m a confirmed rut-dweller, but it is nice occasionally to get out and about. ๐Ÿ™‚

Bloggy winnings!

I was delighted to receive two items this week that I won recently on various blog contests.

The first was a Scripture tote given away by Paulette at Capturing Today. She’s hosting a giveaway every week until Christmas, with a new item featured on Tuesday and a winner drawn on Saturday.

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Secondly, I won a set of four books, the Homeland Heroes set by Donna Fleisher through Deena at A Peek At My Bookshelf.

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Autographed, even!

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If you’re a book lover, you need to check Deena’s site out — she reviews and frequently gives away books.

I had read the first book in the series, Wounded Healer a couple of years ago, a quite suspenseful Christian novel of two very different female friends who are veterans of Desert Storm. (There is a short interview with Donna at the bottom of that link.). I’m going to reread it to remind myself of what was going on, then continue to the sequels.

Thanks so much Paulette, the Scripture tote folks, Deena, and Donna!!

Thanksgiving memories

Updated: I had posted this on Sunday, then noticed last night that My Life as Annieโ€™s Time Travel Tuesday this week is about Thanksgiving memories, so I am using this same post for that. It’s good to have TTT back up and running again!

Joyful Days‘ post about how she spent Black Friday with her mother put me in a reflective mood, so I thought on this close of Thanksgiving weekend I would post about Thanksgiving memories.

I don’t have any specific memories of childhood Thanksgivings except for breaking the wishbone. I also don’t remember much what we did the first few years we were married, though I might if I were to get out the old picture albums. We lived near the university then and I do have vague memories of getting together with other couples. The first Thanksgiving I have a specific memory of was when Jeremy, our firstborn, was three months old and my husband’s mother came for a visit to meet him. Her return flight to Idaho left, if I remember correctly, Thanksgiving afternoon. We weren’t going to do a Thanksgiving dinner since she was traveling that day, but the more we thought about it, the more we wanted to. So on the way home from Wednesday night church, we stopped at a grocery store and got a small turkey breast and other feast supplies, and I remember my husband remarking what a blessing it was to go to a store that close to Thanksgiving and still have plenty of groceries to choose from.

One event that has been a part of every Thanksgiving I can remember at least since we were married is that the churches we’ve attended have had a special Thanksgiving service the Tuesday or Wednesday evening before Thanksgiving in which those attending have had the opportunity to give a testimony about how the Lord has worked in their lives. It’s one of my favorite times of year to listen to dear folks look back at the joys and sorrows of the past year with thanksgiving for all God did for them.

My husband’s former pastor from Idaho has several children who, when they were first married, attended grad school in the Greenville area, and because there were several in the area at the time, their mom and dad would come to visit them for Thanksgiving, and they would graciously invite us. They were like second family to my husband and one of the primary spiritual influences in his life as he was growing up, and I remember those get-togethers fondly.

One of our most memorable Thanksgivings occurred when one member of that family moved to Tennessee and everyone was invited there. We had recently moved to Georgia, and there wasn’t at that time a direct route from where we were to where we were going, so we decided to swing by Greenville, attend the Thanksgiving praise service of our old church, stay with friends overnight, then drive up to TN early Thanksgiving morning. All went according to plan and we really enjoyed the visit with our old church and friends until Thursday morning: as we pulled out of our friend’s driveway to leave for TN, our car stalled. I don’t remember what was wrong with it, but we just could not get it going. It being a holiday, no mechanics were open. Our friends had plans with family in town for the day and we couldn’t impose on them any further. We ended up getting a rental car, leaving our car with our friends, and calling later to have our car towed to a mechanic. Finally on the road, we were late for the meal at our friends’ in TN, so we stopped at a Burger King. I was very thankful one was open, but as you look at the other diners, you do wonder what their story is and why they’re at a Burger King on Thanksgiving. Back on the road again and reaching those twisting mountainous roads in TN, Jesse got sick — all over the rental car and everything anywhere near him. We had to pull over to the side of the road and deal with the mess (and from henceforth Dramamine became a part of our traveling routine). Finally we got to TN in time for the reheating of leftovers and making of turkey sandwiches in the evening. There was plenty of food left and we enjoyed fellowshipping. We ended up driving back home to GA the next day and turning in the rental car there, having to make a return trip to Greenville later in the week when the car was fixed.

I think we may have traveled to my folks in TX or my husband’s in ID once or twice: more than likely it was Christmas rather than Thanksgiving. But at some point when our children were small we decided to stay home for the holidays rather than deal with the stress of traveling with young children when half the nation seemed to also be traveling (and in the case of ID we faced uncertain weather in the winter months). Plus neither of our families had a distinctively Christian emphasis on the holidays and we wanted that for our children. Though I think having our own family celebration was good for us, in many ways now I kind of regret not spending more holidays with extended family.

I don’t remember what year I made my first turkey dinner on my own but I remember being very nervous about it. Now, however, a turkey seems to me one of the easiest meals to prepare. It took me years to learn how to make gravy, though: I always bought packets of gravy mix or jars of ready-made gravy just in case.

Our Thanksgivings in recent years have pretty much been like this one was. I usually get up fairly early to get the turkey in the oven so we can eat between noon and one, and I enjoy the quietness of the morning with beautiful praise music on our local Christian radio station. I then get my shower and have devotions, and everyone else gets up at various times. We eat around midday, have pies some time in the late afternoon, and leftovers or sandwiches later in the evening. It’s nice for me that once the kitchen is cleaned up, I’m pretty much “off” for the rest of the day. My good husband carves the turkey, then after the meal gets as much of the meat off the bones and cleans the roasting pan for me. We save the bigger bones for turkey bone soup (one of my all time favorite things) some time within the next week. This particular Thanksgiving afternoon and evening we napped, played a game, and watched Ratatouille in the evening (a cute movie if you can get past the idea of rats in the kitchen…). We’re all so scattered between school, work, and various obligations in the weeks before and after Thanksgiving that it is nice to have a fairly laid-back relaxing day with just the family.

Sometimes after dinner we go around the table and have everyone mention something they are thankful for. I wish we did it every year. We did learn not to do it before the meal — everything gets cold on the table and people are hungry.

It also used to be a part of every Thanksgiving that I would call my mom in the evenings. Sometimes my brother and sisters would still be there and I’d have a chance to say hi, but often everyone would be gone and we’d have a chance to chat. That’s one of the things I’ve missed most since she passed away.

As for Black Friday — no way, no thanks!! As I mentioned a day or two ago, I really don’t like crowds in stores, so I wait to Christmas shop til weekdays when there are fewer people around. Lately I’ve done more and more shopping online anyway. Quite often we’ve done some kind of home project in the days after Thanksgiving. But this year we just relaxed, enjoyed each other, and regrouped for the next several busy weeks until Christmas.

I enjoy it when we have five Thursdays in November like we do this year. With Thanksgiving falling on the fourth one, it seems like we have an extra week between it and Christmas. Personally I like to savor the last week of autumn before transitioning to Christmas — though I have been looking at Christmas pictures and graphics for my header, so I may go ahead and change it over sooner than I had planned.

My post about what I am thankful for is here.

I hope your Thanksgiving went well!

Book Review: Home to Holly Springs

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In this book Father Tim receives an unsigned note in the mail with only two words: “Come Home.” It is from the town he grew up in, and he has enough curiosity and time in his schedule that he can drive there to spend a few days. There follows the trepidation of facing some of the painful memories of his past, particularly in connection with the harshness of his father, meeting old friends, visiting the old home place and the cemetery where his folks are buried, not to mention finding out who sent the cryptic note and what momentous news they have to share. It’s a journey that, though painful, I imagine many people would like to take to find resolution and closure.

All of Karon’s charm from the Mitford series is displayed in full in this new book.

I did have a couple of disappointments with the book, though. One was the use of some coarse language. I don’t remember this being a part of the earlier books, though it may have been and I have just forgotten. It is the type of thing you might hear as a Christian in the everyday world interacting with non-Christians, but, still, I don’t believe it was necessary to the story and I regret its presence.

Secondly, in the flashbacks we become aware of some of Father Tim’s youthful indiscretions. Of course we wouldn’t expect him to be as a child or teen-ager the man he was in later life, and none of us is perfect, but I was disappointed in the kinds of indiscretions the author had him experiencing, especially a very serious one in his teens. Perhaps the author had in mind to show that one can be forgiven from and recover from the sins of youth, which is certainly true.

The third initial disappointment was resolved later in the book. When in a flashback a young Timothy is being questioned by his priest and is asked about how to become a child of God, his answer is baptism. This was disappointing to me because the way of salvation as being by grace through faith and not of works was very clearly demonstrated in the earlier books. But later on Father Tim explains to someone else that it wasn’t until he was an adult and after he had been a priest for many years that he knew what it was to truly believe and to have truly been changed, and it is much more clear there.

If you liked the Mitford series, I am sure you will like this new one even without some of the characters from Mitford. It’s every bit as heart-warming.

November Christian Book Fair at Chrysalis

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Saturday Photo Scavenger Hunt: Hot

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When my older kids were little, the house we lived in was heated by these monstrous gas heaters.

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So in our children’s crawling, toddling years, we were often saying, “Hot! Hot! No! No! Don’t touch!”

Somehow they survived — as did my brother and sisters and I — without getting burned. I do believe it is good for children to be taught that there are some things they cannot touch, but I am glad these things with their more serious consequences are no longer a part of our lives.

Besides, they’re also not exactly attractive focal points for one’s decor, either. ๐Ÿ™‚

For more variations on today’s theme of “Hot,” see TNchick’s (our photo hunt hostess) entry for today and the accompanying participants’ links here.

Christmas Craft Fair

I don’t know about you, but I pretty much don’t leave my home the two days after Thanksgiving. I don’t like crowds and crowdedness — I’ll wait to do my shopping til weekdays when a lot of people are back at work and school. ๐Ÿ™‚

But I love a good craft show, and I discovered an online Christmas craft fair via Karla’s Cottage and Yapping Cat Studio, two of the craft/decorating blogs I read regularly. The craft fair is being hosted by Phyllis at Shabby in the City, someone new to me. Various online crafters are offering up some of their products for the craft fair this weekend, and there is some beautiful stuff out there! Click on the button below to get to the craft fair.

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Happy Thanksgiving!

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Our Thanksgiving is pretty laid back. We’re usually all scattered different directions for weeks before and after, so it is nice to have a relaxing day set aside for the family without much planned besides the turkey dinner. We’re not football fans, so we have the afternoon after dinner to take a nap or watch a DVD or talk. I hope you have a wonderful day of thankfulness to the Giver of all good gifts.

I posted this list of what I am thankful for last year, and as I read over it, I couldn’t think of a thing I would change.

It is a good thing to give thanks unto the LORD
and to sing praises unto Thy name, O most High:

To shew forth thy lovingkindness in the morning,
and thy faithfulness every night (Psalm 92:1-2).

1. God Himself, for all that He is and all that He does, and for all that He has done for me. I could make a lengthy list just from this alone. )

2. My husband of almost 27 years, his kindness and patience and care.

3. My three children with their unique personalities and all the joy the have brought to my life.

4. My father, mother, step-father, brother, sisters, and extended family.

5. My country. America is not perfect and has its problems, but it is still the best place on earth, IMHO. )

6. My home. I have been discontent with this particular house, but I am grateful for having a snug place to live and realize that by some standards this would be considered luxurious.

7. Seasons. I love that I live in a place where there is a definite and beautiful change from season to season.

8. Music. I love it. It uplifts, soothes, encourages, inspiresโ€ฆI canโ€™t imagine life without it.

9. My church.

10 Christian friends.

11. Food, especially the accessibility and variety we have here.

12. Computers!

13. Books. The Best of books, the Bible, foremost, but also the many books I have read along the way (and still hope to read) that have taught, entertained, inspired, encouragedโ€ฆ.I could go on and on.

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Missionary Christmas Gifts

Since I have mentioned our church’s missionary Christmas gift project, I’ve had some questions about it, so I thought I would explain it a little more. But I want to say at the outset I would also love to hear what you or your church does, and I would also love to hear from missionaries about what things have been helpful and even not so helpful that individuals or churches have done for them.

Whatever you do for missionaries or servicemen or anyone overseas, contact them first. It is all too easy to be a burden rather than a blessing with packages. We have had some missionaries for whom the duties they would have to pay on packages would make receiving any kind of package prohibitive. Others can tell you particular designations to put on the customs forms that would cause the least problems or duties for them. In some countries there is a degree of corruption in the mailing system, and missionaries can alert you to wording on the customs form that would not draw undue attention. Some missionaries have people come over from the States regularly and would rather you send a package to those people who will then bring it when they come — this not only saves on shipping but is more secure. And most countries have lists of prohibited items. The United States Postal Service web site has an Index of Countries which you can click on to find specific prohibited lists and other details, like package size restrictions, for each country.

I also want to say that when I mention problems or frustrations, it’s not meant as whining or complaining. I just want to be realistic for anyone who might be contemplating doing this. Anything we do in this life, even as a ministry, will have it problems.

As it stands now, what we usually do is e-mail our missionaries in the summer to ask for gift ideas for their family members and ministry and any particular mailing instructions. We also ask for ages of children, sizes, color preferences, etc. We try to give them a reasonable time frame, knowing that they are busy and that some have only limited e-mail access (of course, for those with no e-mail or unreliable e-mail, you can always write them a note). The very first time we explained a little bit more about what we were doing, but most of our missionaries are familiar with it now.

Then I take all the responses and make a master list and make copies to give out to folks at church. I also make a master sign-up list which stays on the back table at church. As people peruse the lists, they sign up for the things they want to buy, and a designated box is placed for people to turn the items in as they buy them. We usually do this over the whole month of September. Then in our October ladies meeting we wrap and label the gifts, then over the next few weeks I package and mail them.

The lady from whom I got this idea would put the gift ideas on 3 x 5 cards and alphabetize them by missionary name, then set up a little table in the church lobby so that people could come to her, tell her who they wanted to provide a gift for, and she would give them a card and note who had what card on a list. That worked fine for that church, but for me, I personally would like to see the whole list before deciding what to buy. I’ve learned over the years that some people buy for particular people, but some people buy preferred things. One lady used to buy tennis balls and golf balls every year because we would have some of those on several missionary lists: another lady who was a nurse liked to buy anything of a medical nature, etc. Some people prefer to donate money, and I use that for gifts that haven’t been signed up for or to “fill in” (for instance, if one child in a family gets socks and another has two toys, I try to find a toy to balance it out).

Another lady mentioned putting the gift ideas on paper ornaments on a Christmas tree in the lobby to make it a real “Christmas in September” (or July or whenever you do it). Though I really like this idea, I’d be afraid of some of the ornaments being accidentally knocked off or blown off or taken off by little kids, etc.

I ask for the items to be turned in unwrapped for a couple of reasons. I don’t want to over-manage, but sometimes people do get the wrong thing or the wrong size or title. Sometimes the gift isn’t quite appropriate: someone recently turned in an item for a one year old that was better suited to an infant. Sometimes people turn things in in big gift boxes that are bigger than the postal size restrictions, so we have to repackage them.

One of the problems that I encounter is timing. Sometimes the missionaries don’t respond in time (many are great about answering right away, and some travel and don’t see my message for a while, but some, just like us, don’t “get around to it.” When I do hear from them after I have made the master list, I can either buy their gifts with designated money, or often someone at church will come to me near the end of our endeavor to ask if anything is still needed, and I can give them ideas from those late entries.) And sometimes church folks don’t get things turned in on time, so it can take a while to tie up all the loose ends.

Another problem is that some missionaries will have people sign up for a lot of items, and others will have few to none. Part of this has to do with accessibility: people easily sign up for things they can get at the grocery store or Wal-Mart. They also tend not to sign up for anything over about the $20 range. Some families don’t mind spending $25-50, but they don’t want to spend that all on one thing. Many missionaries send us a variety of ideas and tell us they don’t expect everything on the list but just want to give a variety, which is excellent. We do ask the missionaries to designate on their lists if there is anything they prefer more that another on those lists, but only one has ever done that. So sometimes we end up with one missionary family with two boxes full of smaller grocery store items and another who only listed maybe one idea per person, but those items were harder to find or a little more expensive, and those missionaries don’t get signed up for at all, though the totals of the items on their list are about the same. I do try to emphasize to the folks at church that it would be better to have one gift per person than many gifts for one and none for another. At this point we take care of that with designated money or funds from our ladies’ budget, but I am trying to figure out a better way to handle it. I don’t at all begrudge the one family the two boxes of stuff, especially the items that I know they can’t get in their country — but I don’t want another family to have little.

Some churches deal with this by buying the same items for every missionary family, so they all get the same packages. But I would really rather personalize it with things that they truly want and can use. One missionary friend was telling me that those kinds of packages almost always contain toiletries, and though they appreciate the intent and the thought, they’re almost overrun with toiletries. So I think a generic package that would be meaningful might be hard to do unless it is something personal or homemade. Another church I know sends $25 per person for each missionary family member (usually to their mission board, but check with the mission board or missionary first to find out what’s best for that individual family), and that’s fine, too. But it is fun for them to get packages in the mail, and even with cash, there are items that some can’t get in their country that we’re happy to send.

Despite some of the problems mentioned, this is a joy to do, and we have heard from our missionary families that it is a blessing. I don’t know if there is an ideal or problem-free way to handle gift-giving overseas.

This is the first year that we are mailing things without benefit of what used to be called “surface mail,” the slowest but cheapest mailing rate (one person said things sent by surface mail went via boat, train, or llama. ๐Ÿ™‚ ) The post office did away with it because they felt senders were more interested in speed and reliability than a low cost factor. When I first heard this earlier in the year, I consulted our pastor and church business manager to see if we should do anything differently. They said to just do things the same way this year and we’d evaluate before doing anything next year. It will probably cost us easily twice the shipping fees as in previous years. We want to be generous and be a blessing to our missionaries, but we want to be good stewards, too, so we may have to do something different next year, like put an emphasis on just sending things they can’t get in their country or sending one item per person or something else in the future. I’m not quite sure yet what we will do.

Some general tips for sending overseas mail:

— Though it is nicer to send things in gift boxes, when you’re sending a lot you have to compress everything down to the smallest and lightest packaging that you can.

— Anything liquid — lotion, shampoo, etc. — need to be put in a sealable bag and have some packaging material around it to absorb it if it should spill.

— Things with strong odors (soaps, candles) need to be put into sealable bags and placed away from food items in the shipping box.

— Anything breakable needs to be wrapped with packaging material to cushion it.

— There might be some things, like books, that can be ordered online and (and sometimes even gift-wrapped) and shipped directly to the person.

More mailing tips are here.

This wasn’t originally intended as a “Works For Me Wednesday” post, but then I decided it would work for that, too. You can find more tips, or add your own, at Rocks In My Dryer.

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The right lane

Often when I take Jesse to school, the right hand lane of the main road that I turn onto from our subdivision is backed up a bit. Many people in that lane will migrate to the right after getting through the traffic light to get onto the highway entrance, so often I get into the second lane, and then get back into the right hand lane for my turn at the traffic light after the highway exit. I could just stay in the right hand lane in the first place, but it’s so backed up that I would miss the green light and have to wait til the next one, and it’s relatively easy to change lanes, so I usually do.

This morning I don’t know if I just wasn’t paying attention or no one was turning onto the highway and freeing up that lane, but all of a sudden it was about time to turn and I wasn’t in the right lane yet. I saw a bit of space and swooped in front of another car…but then I felt bad about it. I wasn’t intentionally cutting them off but it probably looked that way. I often tell my children that when they’re driving and they’ve made a mistake by missing their turn or exit, they need to inconvenience themselves by going to the next exit or turn and turning around rather than inconveniencing or even endangering other people. But it is just so tempting to zoom in.

I told Jesse that I’ve often wished I had a device that would flash a sign in my back windshield to the car behind me. Often I’ve wanted one that says to a close follower, “Please BACK OFF!” But I’ve also wished for one that said, “I’m sorry!”

The car I zoomed in front of made the same turn I did, and I thought, “Oh no — it’s someone from our school and they are going to think really badly of me.” But they didn’t turn into our school driveway, and I felt worse that, with a Christian school magnet on the back of my van, I had been a poor testimony.

I wish there was some way to indicate to that driver my regret. But I guess the next best thing would be to avoid thinking less than charitable thoughts the next time someone cuts in front of me and to tell myself they’re not trying to be mean or selfish or thoughtless — they’re just trying to take a chance to get into the right lane.