Laudable Linkage and Fun Videos

Here are a few things that stood out to me online this week:

Filling my home with the unseen, HT to Lizzie. Both the photos and the sentiments are lovely.

Pray to BLESS. I’ve heard and read a number of acronyms as a help to prayer, but I had never come across this one before. Very helpful.

The New Evangelical Virtues. Tim Challies masterfully discusses “characteristics that seem to pass as virtues today…doubt, opaqueness, and an emphasis on asking rather than answering questions.” “Humility is not found in doubting what is true, but in believing that what God says is true is true indeed.”

Spring Cleaning Your Facebook Account. No, not a discussion of purging your “Friends” list, but rather helpful questions to check our hearts. It’s not that the technology is bad, but what’s in our hearts is going to reveal itself even there.

Why Books Still Matter.

I almost labeled this “Luggage Inspectors,” but I didn’t want to be snarky. 🙂 Let’s just say don’t leave a parked car where there are monkeys:

This is amazing. I could never do this — not only because I can’t play music, but I’m sure I would knock over more than one glass.

Happy Saturday!

Laudable Linkage and a Few Funnies

Here are some interesting things I’ve seen in my online reading lately:

The Blind Quilter. Amazing. I can’t even do this with sight!

I seem to have marked several about parenting:

Mystery. Enjoying an uncommon moment of affection from a teen son. “Remember this. Remember this.

Everyday Is An Adventure about raising a son. “My boy was not disobedient, he was all boy, he was made of different temperament-a different mind, than my girls and I. I had an epiphany that day, and chose to embrace the adventure instead of struggle against it.” “Boy work is messy and smelly, but a freshly scrubbed boy in clean p.j.s is a gift from above.”

Moms and Teens. Good advice from a mom who has raised four.

First time obedience, really? I haven’t read any of Sally Clarkson’s books and have only recently heard of her, so I don’t know what her general philosophy of raising children is, but I like what I read here. Sometimes well-meaning parents, in a quest to train children to obey, run roughshod over the very hearts they’re supposed to be training.

I edited my review of One Thousand Gifts to add this, but in case you didn’t see it, in the second comment here Ann discusses her use of language that some feel is too explicit for intimacy with God, saying she wanted to reclaim it for the Kingdom and use it apart from cultural connotations and pointing out that even Spurgeon and Edwards used similar language. I do understand where she is coming from and think she had the purest motives, but I still think as sexually charged as society is today you have to be careful about what pictures words bring to mind. The cultural  connotations are going to be different from what they were in Edwards’ and Spurgeons’ time. But I do appreciate her explanation.

How To Make a Asymmetrical Stripe Buttons. So cute.

Applique with used dryer sheets.

20 tips for selling on Etsy.

The Sacred Sandwich specializes in satire, which I think you have to be careful with because it can be easily misunderstood at times. But they do have some funny things some times:

Cuteness:

Aw, poor doggy.

Funny!

Laudable Linkage

It’s been a little while since I shared interesting links I’ve seen here and there. Hope you find something of interest!

Rejoice With Those Who Rejoice. Love Jeanne’s honesty here, and the last two paragraphs especially hit home with me. Quote: “Life has been a file in the hand of a loving God, and He has used it to smooth a lot of my rough edges.”

The Saddest Letter I’ve Ever Read was addressed to Cary Schmidt and has some sobering perspectives for parents, written by a young woman raised in Christian home, church, and school: “My point is that the problems that are supposed to be bad kid’s problems belong to us too. Unfortunately, our parents and youth workers don’t know that we struggle with these things and they don’t know what to do with us when they find out.” And then she shares how a parent’s focus on externals rather than the heart results in a child’s focus on externals without a heart relationship to Christ. Dr. Schmidt’s balanced, gracious first general response and second response to parents covered many of the thoughts that sprang to my own mind, and he’s planning a third response to the young woman and her generation. Though as parents we do need to concentrate on the heart and on a relationship with Christ and not just making sure our kids are in the right places, on the other hand, if God can take a child from an unsaved, alcoholic home (me) and show her His truth, I would think that young people surrounded by the truth would get it despite parents’ failings. Every parent will fail in some way because we’re sinners. That’s not an excuse and that doesn’t mean we don’t need to give serious heed to the problems the young lady addresses, but that was just one thought in my mind in addition to the many that Dr. Schmidt addressed.

How To Provoke Your Children to Anger, HT to Challies.

I Am About to Walk the Red Carpet. Love this!

Humble Leadership.

What Is Furlough? Not a vacation, that’s for sure.

13 Phrases to Keep Your Friendships Thriving.

Hat Box Favors. If you’re ever doing a theme for a shower or luncheon or banquet that has anything to do with hats, these are darling favors.

This Rose Cake is just gorgeous (HT to Lizzie). I don’t think I’d ever have the courage to try it. But it is so pretty.

Faux Fingerprint Pendants/Ornaments.

Internet Resources For Writers.

Interesting to watch, though it must have taken all kinds of time:

Happy Saturday!

Friday’s Fave Five

Welcome to Friday’s Fave Five, hosted by Susanne at Living to Tell the Story, in which we can share our favorite things from the last week. This has been a wonderful exercise in looking for and appreciating the good things God blesses us with. Click on the button to learn more, then go to Susanne’s to read others’ faves and link up your own.

1. The birthday of my daughter-in-law, Mittu. We went out to eat at Olive Garden Friday night — only my second time ever to have eaten there. Then on Sunday when the whole family was here we had a special meal, cake, and presents. Jeremy was able to join us via Skype.

It was such fun to buy girl things and wrap them in girly paper!

2. The end of basketball season. I do love that Jesse gets to play, but it’s always kind of nice when it’s over and we have practice and game times back.

3. A new Dinner For Six group. I’ve mentioned “Dinner For Six” before — it’s a program in our new church where people who want to participate are divided into groups of six and they take turns hosting each other for a meal for a few months, each bringing different parts of the meal. Our whole group in the last rotation ended up getting together only once due to illness and holidays and one family forgetting an appointed time. We signed up for the new rotation and met for dinner with our new group this week and really enjoyed getting to know them better.

4. Getting some organizational projects done. It would be too long and boring to give a detailed account, but I’d had a couple of ideas to try around the house and finally was able to work on them this week. One turned out well, the other I’m still contemplating and may have to try something different.

5. A writing project. I’ve had several ideas for writing floating around in my mind, and one just came into clear focus this week and I was able to make a beginning. I’ll tell you more about it if/when it comes to anything. 😀 In the meantime, if you’re so led, I’d appreciate your prayers.

Bonus: I finished a great book this week! I wanted to read it over again, but have too many others waiting for me.

Have a great weekend!

Valentine’s Day 2011 and assorted randomness

We enjoyed a nice Valentine’s Day with the family, and I thought I’d share some assorted scenes.

I hadn’t really planned to do a Valentine-themed dinner, but I was planning on these Li’l Cheddar Meat Loaves at some point anyway and decided they could be made into heart shapes. (I had made this recipe once before, and the sauce was barbecue-y and cloyingly sweet. So this time I left out the mustard and used only a couple of tablespoons of brown sugar, and it was just right.)

I also tried Texas Sheet Cake for my traditional heart-shaped cupcakes rather than the boxed devil’s food cake mix — but they didn’t convert very well and great chunks of them stuck in the pans. I don’t know if it was my pans or the recipe or what. We did salvage most of them, and they still tasted good except for being a little dry.

Jeremy was all by himself in RI, so we skyped during our meal. Wish I had thought to take a picture of him on the computer on a stool at the table. He commented recently that he’d love for us to have this video chat robot to take us to a new level of skyping. That would be nice in some ways, but a little creepy in others — I told him it reminded me of those old sc-fi movies where someone’s had a horrible accident resulting in only their brain surviving, which is then implanted into some kind of machine.

I had gone over to Jim’s mom’s earlier in the afternoon and brought her a card as well as a book and some mini cans of Sprite. She exclaimed that she had never had such a nice card and I must have looked really hard to find it, and she showed me a couple of cards that she had received from others. We talked a little bit about the family, and then as I was leaving, I said, “Happy Valentine’s Day!” She said, “Oh, is that today?” 🙂

I told the family that I’m glad at least her forgetfulness is usually happy. I had just been reading yesterday of someone with Alzheimer’s who got angry and paranoid when confused. Mom doesn’t have Alzheimer’s or even full-blown dementia, but she’s having more and more “senior moments.” She gets a little dismayed sometimes, but usually she’s pretty upbeat and everything is a delightful rediscovery, and if we remind her of something she’s forgotten, she’ll just smile and say, “Well, when you get to be an 82-year old woman….”

Jesse is better though his stomach is still a little wobbly and his appetite isn’t completely back to normal. He was out of school yesterday due to a teacher’s clinic, and I think the extra day off really helped. So far no one else has gotten whatever it was — for which I am VERY thankful. That was a particularly nasty bug and lasted longer than usual. Wednesday afternoon was particular scary — he had not been able to keep anything down, even water, and he called me to come into his room. He was on the floor saying he couldn’t move  — his hands were contracted and he said his hips were cramping. That happened once a few years before after a very hot outdoor August wedding — he got violently ill on the way home and said the same thing about not being able to move. Scary anyway, but especially with my TM background. I’m pretty sure he was dehydrated and at that time seemed to be fine once we got some fluid in him. But with any fluid coming right back up this time, I was really afraid we were going to have to take him to the hospital. Thankfully enough stayed down to get him over that hump. I am very glad to see whatever it was he had finally go.

Suzie, our dog, was having similar symptoms — I almost wondered if one of them caught it from the other, since Jesse is the one who feeds her twice a day and brings her in the garage at night when it’s cold outside. But then last night she was breathing really, really hard, and we were afraid she might be coming to an end. Jim took her to the vet this morning and found it would cost hundreds of dollars in x-rays and blood work just to see what was wrong, and much more than that, depending on the diagnosis, to treat, and at this point in her life — she’s about 14 — we felt it would probably be better to put her out of her suffering. But we decided to try an antibiotic just to see if it helped, and she seems to be doing a little better, so maybe she’s on the mend. Hopefully.

So, we had a very good day, except for the scare with Suzie. Now I need to get back into gear and figure out how to best use today — and how to resist all the chocolate that is calling to me…

Friday’s Fave Five

Welcome to Friday’s Fave Five, hosted by Susanne at Living to Tell the Story, in which we can share our favorite things from the last week. This has been a wonderful exercise in looking for and appreciating the good things God blesses us with. Click on the button to learn more, then go to Susanne’s to read others’ faves and link up your own.

1. A “snow day.” We’ve already had more snow than I am used  to — and I am ready for it to be gone — not to complain, but just sayin’ 🙂 — but with three days off due to snow this week, there was only one day any of the kids got out in it and played.

Jason put together all the individual videos I took into one and added music. He even smoothed out my shakiness (I have to remember that laughing while filming is not good for later viewing…). (My husband missed all the fun because he was able to get to work, but he got one run down the hill at the end, after the credits).

Another couple of pluses — I finally figured out how to record video with my camera, and a neighbor saw the kids sledding on a cardboard box and asked if they wanted to use a sled she’d bought for her granddaughter. Jason gave her some of our baked goods when he returned the sled.

2. For my part on our snow day, besides being chief photographer and videographer, I baked Double Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies:

Then yesterday I made banana bread so as to try to use a few overripe bananas. Mittu made mini blueberry muffins partly for the neighbor but partly for us as well. It’s been a week for baking!

3. A successful experiment in mixing putting together two different recipes to create Creamy Chicken with Cheesy Biscuits.

4. Mittu’s meal. One of my Christmas presents was a coupon booklet from Jason and Mittu:

And I used this one Saturday:

She made a yummy Hamburger Pie and Lemon Cake for dessert — which I thought I had pictures of but can’t find now. Maybe Jason took them on his camera. But they were good! And it was so nice knowing all day I didn’t have to cook.

5. Jesse’s teacher. Those of you who have read here for a while know that one of our biggest concerns in moving was Jesse’s adjustment to a new school, church, youth group, etc. All of that has gone fairly well. He has especially mentioned really (really, really) liking one particular teacher, and the other night he excitedly shared how his teaching was really opening up the Bible for him in his Bible class at school. That was a blessing to my own heart on many levels. It’s not that he didn’t have good teaching or teachers or didn’t appreciate any of them before, but there is something about this one in particular that is just clicking with him. I have to believe that might be at least one of the reasons the Lord led us here.

So overall it has been a great week even if we were a little housebound due to the weather. Only 65 days until spring…..

Flashback Friday: Discipline

Mocha With Linda hosts a weekly meme called Flashback Friday. She’ll post a question every Thursday, and then Friday we can link our answers up on her site. You can visit her site for more Flashbacks.

The prompt for today is:

Were your parents strict, permissive, or somewhere in-between when you were growing up? Did you tend to be compliant or rebellious? What did you tend to get in trouble for doing? How did your parents discipline/punish you – spankings (and what did they use when spanking), revoking privileges, grounding, time-outs or some other manner? Did both parents handle punishment or did one tend to do it more than the other? (And which one was it?) Is there anything that you have admitted doing since you’ve been an adult that you got away with as a child? Or is there anything you were punished for that you have since learned your parents had to try hard not to laugh while they were meting out your discipline? If you are a parent, what is something you have done or not done (or vowed you would never do) as a result of your growing-up experiences with discipline?

My father could be overly strict and quite harsh, and my mom was a little more permissive when she could be without going against his wishes. Maybe she was trying to make up for him, but I think she was just more that way in personalty anyway. I think that, rather than suffering from mixed signals, her softness kept me from a terribly negative response to my father, and his strictness kept me from giving way to my natural inclinations. I tended to be pretty compliant, both because I was afraid of punishment, but also because I loved my parents and wanted to please them. I tend to be a rule-keeper by nature, though of course I was willful and disobedient sometimes. My only really rebellious phase was around the time just before and after my parents’ divorce — I did some pretty stupid things then and I am so glad the Lord protected me from serious consequences and from continuing down that road.

I don’t recall that they ever used time-outs. I think they did revoke privileges or ground my siblings — or maybe that was after my mother and step-father got together. I don’t recall ever having privileges revoked or being grounded myself. The primary method of disciple was spanking, although yelling and ridicule were natural reactions of my father’s. His discipline was inconsistent and sprang up suddenly like a summer thunderstorm. Both parents believed that any cuddling or hugging after spanking took away the effect of it. My dad primarily did the disciplining with his belt. I don’t remember ever being spanked by my mom though she must have when I was little. My mom and I could talk about the whys of an issue.

You might be surprised that my husband and I spanked our kids as well, but we handled it differently. We believed spanking was Scriptural (still do) but needed to be handled carefully. We saved it for deliberate, willful disobedience and not childish forgetfulness or accidents. We tried never to spank in anger — thus the “Go sit on the bed and think about what you’ve done until I come up” was as much for our benefit as for theirs. We always sat down and talked very calmly with them first, both so that we understood what had happened — sometimes as a parent you can walk in on a situation and think something has happened that hasn’t — and also so that they understood why they were being punished. We brought up any Scriptural principles involved in what they had done. We spanked only on their bottoms, using a hand or wooden spoon, until we sensed a difference in attitude. Then we hugged, told them how much we loved them, and put the matter behind us. We always tried to leave the encounter on good terms with each other.

I didn’t believe the phrase, “This hurts me more than it does you” until I became a parent. But I’ve seen the fruit of lives that have almost no self-restraint, and I wanted them to learn right from wrong and obedience. I’m sure there were times I let things go that should have received punishment, but overall I felt it would be harmful to let them get by with deliberate disobedience and defiance. One thing I liked about spankings was that it dealt with the issue and then got it over with. Being sent to one’s room is not much of a punishment for kids these days, with all they have to entertain themselves there, and groundings, to me, just dragged it all out that much longer and caused more resentment. My kids always resented a simple swat — sometimes I did that when I felt the issue didn’t warrant a full-fledged spanking, but that usually made them angry or hurt their feelings when an actual spanking didn’t.

An older father with a whole brood of very sweet grown kids and grandkids once told me that if you discipline your kids as you should when they’re young, you don’t have to very much as they get older, and I have found that to be true. When obedience and respect is the tone of the home, that spills over into situations outside the home and the pre-teen and teen years. I don’t think we spanked our oldest and youngest past the age of 4-6 or so; the middle one a few years more. Spankings did not occur all that often. Mostly we talked (they may have said lectured 🙂 ) about what was wrong and why and what they needed to do about it. I don’t recall ever using a time-out or grounding. I don’t think we ever even revoked privileges: I threatened to when we had one computer and they all needed to take turns with it. Actually I think I threatened to make a schedule for computer use if they couldn’t find a peaceful way to handle it. And I think a few times if they were fighting over something, I put it away for a while. We did incorporate dealing with natural consequences — if they broke or spilled something, they weren’t punished but they had to help clean it up or fix it, because that’s just life: even if you don’t mean to cause a problem of some kind, if you do, then you need to be willing to correct it. I don’t think we ever used chores as punishment, either — chores were just a natural part of life.

I don’t recall hearing about about my parents laughing over any disciplinary incidents later, but I do remember one time when my family was all together my sisters sharing hilarious stories of things that happened that my mom and step-father never knew about (they were there and laughed, too.)

With my own kids, once my husband was spanking my middle son with a wooden spoon when it broke right in the middle of things. They both started laughing and the spanking was over. Another time we were in the grocery store when my middle son was a pre-schooler, and we saw a package of wooden spoons. He pointed to them and said, “Look, Mommy, spanking spoons!” They must not have traumatized him too much!

Proverbs 29:17 says, “Correct thy son, and he shall give thee rest; yea, he shall give delight unto thy soul.” I see so many parent-child relationships which are not restful at all, with a constant struggle between parent and child. I know some personalities are harder to discipline: I recommend James Dobson’s Strong-Willed Child.

I mentioned before believing that spanking was Scriptural and I wanted to expand on that a bit. Proverbs 13:24 says, “He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him chasteneth him betimes.” It takes effort and carefulness and thoughtfulness to discipline in a right way, but it’s not love to let a child get away with everything, or to make excuses for him, or to constantly nag him. The NIV version of Proverbs 23:13-14 say, “Do not withhold discipline from a child; if you punish them with the rod, they will not die. Punish them with the rod and save them from death..” The KJV uses the word “beat,” but it doesn’t mean it like we think of that word today: it’s not advocating abuse or the parent being out of control. Proverbs 19:18 says, “Chasten thy son while there is hope, and let not thy soul spare for his crying.”

Many passages compare God’s chastening of His children with a father’s loving discipline of his son. Here’s one from Hebrews 12:

5And ye have forgotten the exhortation which speaketh unto you as unto children, My son, despise not thou the chastening of the Lord, nor faint when thou art rebuked of him:

6For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth.

7If ye endure chastening, God dealeth with you as with sons; for what son is he whom the father chasteneth not?

8But if ye be without chastisement, whereof all are partakers, then are ye bastards, and not sons.

9Furthermore we have had fathers of our flesh which corrected us, and we gave them reverence: shall we not much rather be in subjection unto the Father of spirits, and live?

10For they verily for a few days chastened us after their own pleasure; but he for our profit, that we might be partakers of his holiness.

11Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby.

I wanted to emphasize that last verse: “Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby.” That’s the goal.

A lovely Christmas

I was thinking over the last few days that I should be keeping a notepad nearby to keep track of so many things I loved about this year. Alas, I didn’t heed my own advice, so some things may have been forgotten already. But here are a few:

Jeremy came home Wed. night!

It was such fun getting packages in the mail. Most were from online ordering, but we received a few surprises — including a duplication, or actually, a triplication — which will result in a blog giveaway one day next week. 🙂

It snowed Christmas morning! Not a whole lot, but enough to give us our first white Christmas ever (at least at our own home. We may have had snow one Christmas when we were in Idaho to visit my husband’s folks.)

So much about Christmas day itself — bringing Grandma over, our usual Christmas morning breakfast of cinnamon rolls, sausage rolls and cinnamon sliced apples, Jim reading the Christmas story, gifts given and received in love, a scrumptious lunch — Heavenly Ham (almost free with a gift card Jim had received three years earlier when we lived in a town without that particular ham store) — (and someone to share lunch duties with — Mittu made several dishes), naps, leftovers, a couple of rousing game of Apples to Apples, trying out Jesse’s new Kinect, more snow but not enough to cancel church Sunday, watching a couple of videos together.

Jim reading Christmas story from Matthew

Grandma checking out a gift basket from Jason and Mittu

Silly hats…

Jeremy was supposed to fly back to RI Monday night, but his area was experiencing a blizzard with 10-12 inches of snow. He could make the first leg of his flight but we weren’t sure about the second. We didn’t want him to get stranded at an airport in between here and there. But the flights were all scheduled on time, so we dropped him off at the airport — and he called a while later. His plane was delayed, then it was discovered it had a flat tire, and by the time they got that all fixed there was no way he could have made his second flight. All Tuesday’s flights were booked up by other travelers who had been stranded due to weather, so the earliest flight out was Wednesday morning. I’m so glad he got to stay for a while longer, and that he wasn’t stuck in an airport for a long time.

This was from our first good-bye Monday night:

I didn’t take any of our second good-bye in the wee hours this morning — I stayed in my pjs and didn’t go with them this time. 🙂 It was lovely to have him home for that extra time.

There is a bit more to our Christmas week, but I’ll save it for the Friday’s Fave Five post. All in all it has been a great week.