A birthday, a scare, and a bargain book that wasn’t

Happy Birthday to Jesse!

How did my youngest get to be 17 already?!

Jason and Mittu planned to come up this weekend, so we were going to wait to celebrate until then — but then they decided to go ahead and come up today. So we could celebrate today — except we’re not ready because we had planned to celebrate on Saturday. I still have shopping to do! So I think we’ll have his special birthday dinner tonight and then cake, ice cream, and presents on Saturday.

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Tuesday afternoon we got a call from my mother-in-law’s assisted living place that her oxygen level had been a little low the day before and they thought she needed to be seen by a doctor. The nurse there seems to be a little over-cautious (a couple of weeks ago she insisted Mom had a urinary tract infection even after the doctor tested and said she didn’t), but over-cautious is probably better that not cautious enough. She seemed fine, but I took her in to the doctor. When her oxygen level reading was back up to 92 (had been 85 and then 89 the day before) and she had no other symptoms of anything, I assumed he would say all was well, must’ve been just a fluke, and send us home. But instead he wanted her to have some blood work drawn to check for a couple of heart problems which could cause a dip in oxygen and a chest x-ray, which they couldn’t do at the office, which meant I needed to take her to the hospital lab. She was pretty agitated at having to do that, which tends to cause confusion problems, but once we got into the waiting area she was fine and we shared a package of peanut butter crackers. This was our first experience with the hospital here, and everything went very smoothly, everyone was not only efficient but cheerful, and they even had free valet parking, which was a humongous help, because I had brought her walker instead of her wheelchair.

So Thursday I was on to other things, thinking all of that was over and done with, when the doctor’s office called and said one of the tests showed the possibility of a pulmonary embolism and we needed to take her in for a CT scan. Jim took off work and took her back to the hospital for a very long afternoon while they took more blood and then did the scan, which I imagine was pretty scary for her. The doctor there said if it had been a pulmonary embolism, she probably would not still be here, so he didn’t think that was a problem, but of course he had to check it out anyway. The scan showed no embolism, but he said her platelet count was high, which could have thrown off the one blood test, and she had the remnants of an infection, so he gave her some antibiotics. He did find a couple of other things to keep an eye on — having been married to a smoker for 54 years has affected her lungs — but overall there was nothing serious to worry about at this time.

So that was a relief for us all. We thought everything was probably ok, but once they suspect something you have to check it out. Though she’s getting more feeble, she’s been in excellent health — no sign of diabetes or blood pressure or cholesterol issues. But she is 82, so at some point her body is going to start having problems. I’m just glad everything turned out all right this time.

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Jesse was required to read a classic book for a book report at school. As we looked through my collection, we found The Scarlet Pimpernel, which I thought he might like, with its sword fighting, intrigue, and rescuing of people. The copy I had read years ago was borrowed either from a friend or the library, and the copy I had on hand was a W-Mart 2 for $1 special that I bought years ago, but I had not read that particular copy. When Jesse got to the end of it, he discovered it was more than two chapters short! There were no obvious pages missing — it just stopped abruptly. And the report is due Friday! So while I was pondering whether the library might grant me a card even though I don’t have my TN driver’s license yet, it occurred to me (thank you, Lord!) that the text might be online — and it was. It never occurred to me to check bargain books to make sure they were all there, but that might be a wise thing to do next time!

Book Review: Her Mother’s Hope

The first blurb I saw for Her Mother’s Hope by Francine Rivers mentioned mother-daughter conflict, and that in itself didn’t sound like something I would want to read, but Francine writes riveting stories, and I knew there would be much more depth. And indeed, there was.

Marta Schneider is born to an abusive father and a God-fearing mother in Switzerland in the late 1800s. As she grows older, her father takes her out of school at a young age and sends her out to work at various service-related jobs. When she foresees that her life will never change, with her mother’s encouragement, she leaves.

Marta tackles anything that comes into her path with resolve and hard work. She travels various places and learns different skills and languages with a desire to open her own boarding house some day. When she finally realizes her dream, she unexpectedly falls in love with one of her boarders and marries.

When Marta’s daughter, Hildemara, is born early, small, and frail, Marta is determined that she will never end up as her younger sister, Elise, did, who was a fragile soul, beautiful and overprotected, who came to a tragic end. Marta’s efforts to make her daughter tough and strong are often misunderstood. Hildemara feels as if she can never obtain her mother’s approval, so when she can she goes off on her own quest.

You just ache for these two and their misunderstood actions toward each other.

I also enjoyed Marta’s relationship with her quieter husband, the fact that though she drives him crazy sometimes, he loves her and her “fire.” They spar often over — well, over many things, but most often over the need to rest and wait on the Lord versus the need to take matters into their own hands and do something.

The historical backdrop covers two world wars, the plight of immigrants to this country, especially when their old and new countries are at war, and the hard life of a sharecropper.

Francine shares that though the story is fictional, it contains many facts from her own family’s history.

It’s not a short read at 483 pages, but it goes quickly. I enjoyed spending an entire evening with this book, which is rare for me — I usually read in bits.

I don’t feel as if I am doing the book justice, so let me just say I recommend it. I have readers who would want to know these things, so I will just mention that there are a couple of instances of intimacy between Marta and her husband that were more explicit than I wanted to read, but they are very brief.

I am glad I waited to read the book until this time, because the sequel, Her Daughter’s Dream, is due out today — so I don’t have to wait long to find out what happens next!

(This review will be linked to Semicolon‘s Saturday Review of Books.)

The Week In Words

Welcome to The Week In Words, where we share quotes from the last week’s reading. If something you read this past week  inspired you, caused you to laugh, cry, think, dream, or just resonated with you in some way, please share it with us, attributing it to its source, which can be a book, newspaper, blog, Facebook — anything that you read. More information is here.

Also, if you’ve posted a quote on your blog this past week, feel free to link it here as well. You don’t have to save it for Mondays. :) And please do read and comment even if you’re not posting quotes.

I am so very sorry to be so late with this today! I sometimes work on this post on Sunday evenings, but after Skyping Jeremy (or Skyping with Jeremy? Not sure how to say that) last night, I fell asleep on the couch until about 2 a.m., and then went to bed. Then this morning I laid back down for a little while…and then it turned into a long while. And then I woke up to several phone calls that needed attention. I hope I am not coming down with Jesse’s cold.

Anyway, on with the quotes!

From Janet‘s sidebar:

Goethe once wrote in a letter that “there are three kinds of reader: one, who enjoys without judgment; a third, who judges without enjoyment; and one between them who judges as he enjoys and enjoys as he judges. This latter kind really reproduces the work of art anew” (quoted in Alan Jacobs’ A Theology of Reading).

I don’t know how long you’ve had that there. Janet, but it just jumped out at me last week. I am not sure how “judging” is meant there, but I took it to mean thinking. analyzing, discerning, and I like to think I am the third kind of reader.

From this post via a friend’s Facebook status:

The gardener’s sharp-edged knife promotes the fruitfulness of the tree, by thinning the clusters, and by cutting off superfluous shoots. So is it, Christian, with that pruning which the Lord gives to thee. ~ C.H. Spurgeon

That, of course, echoes John 15:1-2: “I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman. Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away: and every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit.”

From another friend’s Facebook status:

Do not ask the Lord to guide your footsteps if you are not willing to move your feet.

I have to admit I too often do that. Sometimes a delay to pray about something can be a delay to obey what I already know the Lord wants me to do, or sometimes I am praying for guidance when I am reluctant or even not yet willing to go in the direction that might be the answer.

This was from Laura writing at Kindred Heart Writers:

Ring the bells that still can ring,
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.
– Leonard Cohen

That cracked me up but also illustrated a great truth, that none of us is perfect and that God’s grace shining through the cracks can glorify Himself.

And finally, from Elisabeth Elliot‘s book A Lamp For My Feet quoted in one of her e-mail devotionals:

But my limitations, placing me in a different category from Tom Howard’s or anyone else’s, become, in the sovereignty of God, gifts. For it is with the equipment that I have been given that I am to glorify God. It is this job, not that one, that He gave me.

I had quoted that once years ago in regard to physical limitations, but Elisabeth was mentioning it in regard to talents, abilities, and opportunities. It applies as well to time and any other type of limitation — whatever it is is allowed by God and is the framework in which He wants us to glorify Him, rather than chafing or wasting time wishing things were different.

If you’ve read anything that particularly spoke to you that you’d like to share, please either list it in the comments below or write a post on your blog and then put the link to that post (not your general blog link) in Mr. Linky below. I do ask that only family-friendly quotes be included.

His Robes For Mine

This is a recent hymn by Chris Anderson of Church Works Media which wonderfully expresses what Christ did for us. It is on the Promises CD by Soundforth — you can hear a snippet here and read more of the thoughts behind the text here.

His robes for mine: O wonderful exchange!
Clothed in my sin, Christ suffered ‘neath God’s rage.
Draped in His righteousness, I’m justified.
In Christ I live, for in my place He died.

Chorus:

I cling to Christ, and marvel at the cost:
Jesus forsaken, God estranged from God.
Bought by such love, my life is not my own.
My praise-my all-shall be for Christ alone.

His robes for mine: what cause have I for dread?
God’s daunting Law Christ mastered in my stead.
Faultless I stand with righteous works not mine,
Saved by my Lord’s vicarious death and life.

His robes for mine: God’s justice is appeased.
Jesus is crushed, and thus the Father’s pleased.
Christ drank God’s wrath on sin, then cried “‘Tis done!”
Sin’s wage is paid; propitiation won.

His robes for mine: such anguish none can know.
Christ, God’s beloved, condemned as though His foe.
He, as though I, accursed and left alone;
I, as though He, embraced and welcomed home!

Laudable Linkage and Video

Just a few links this week to some worthwhile reads:

Growing As a Homemaker. This is great encouragement for young moms who feel overwhelmed.

Wondering Why God Makes Life Impossible Sometimes. Jon’s Stuff Christians Like is usually funny and/or satirical (not always the same thing), but sometimes he comes up with a serious one that touches the heart. When I read this I had just been somewhat down because of problems or issues several friends or extended family members were facing, and though this truth is not new to me, I still have to go over it from time to time and adjust my perspective.

You Need a Mother Very Badly. Some of you may be familiar with Gregg and Sono Harris, pioneers in speaking and writing about the home school movement. Sono recently passed away, and this poem is a tribute by one of her sons. Keep the tissues handy, especially if you’ve lost your own mom.

From the ever helpful Tipnut: 12 Simple Sore Throat Remedies and 12 Home Remedies For Nausea.

It’s hard to believe all these people took the time to do this, but it’s pretty neat, for at least the first 45 seconds or so.

A one man quintet. This man has been to my church — but he didn’t do this then! This is one of my favorite songs.

I saw this at Nannykim‘s. I am not familiar with Francis Chan, but I can identify with this tendency to handling fears.

Remembering 9/11

(Graphic courtesy of Lee Hansen Graphics)

“Time is passing, yet for the United States of America, there will be no forgetting September the 11th. We will remember every rescuer who died in honor. We will remember every family that lives with grief. We will remember the fire and the ash, the last phone calls, the funerals of the children.” George W. Bush

I Remember.

Association Meme

Thom tagged me for an Association Meme. The instructions are as follows:

Alice said Gorilla
Nessa said Watch Out!
Thom said Below

Barbara is saying Decks

Who am I tagging? Alice at Hello, My Name Is Alice

Play the Association game between
September 1st and October 1st for a chance to win
$50 cash.
Here are the rules:

1. Anyone can play, whether they have been tagged or not.
2. Include the rules and logo in your post.
3. Copy out all the responses that were made before you.
4. Link to each of the people who responded before you.
5. Put in your response. Your response can be as little as a single word or as much as 100 words. It can be a word, a phrase, an image, a song, a video, a story, or a short rant.
6. Tag anyone you would like to challenge to play this game. You do not have to tag anyone.
7. You can do this any time you run across it, even if you were one of the previous responders.

If you have done this meme on your blog, you are welcome to put your link in here. Be sure to link to the specific post, and welcome to the Association Association.

Want to simply jump in? You are welcome to start with the word “Excitement”, or to take off from any of the responses you find among the players listed below or from anywhere you see this meme.

Friday’s Fave Five

Susanne at Living to Tell the Story hosts Friday’s Fave Five so 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 gives. Click on the button to learn more, then go to Susanne’s to read others’ faves and link up your own.

Here are five favorite things from this past week:

1. Hershey’s miniature candy bars. Great for when you want just a bit of chocolate sweetness after a meal.

2. A new CD, Promises, by Soundforth. “Good Shepherd” is new to me and has especially ministered to my heart this week.

3, Getting a few things up on the walls. I’ve  been saving decorating for last after we get everything unpacked and get the couple of new furniture items we need. It takes me a while to decide where to put things, plus the previous owners covered all the wall holes and painted over them, and I have been reluctant to put that first nail in. But I unpacked a couple of things that had been in our bedroom in the old house, but would look great in the master bathroom here. Funny how a couple of pretty things to look at can boost one’s spirits!

Plus I love how these two just show up so well (or “pop,” as they say on decorating shows) in here. In our previous house they were on pink walls in our bedroom (too pink for even me) with a whole lot of other things, and they just kind of got lost.

4. Our new desk:

I haven’t figured out yet where to put everything in it.

5. Just a bit coolness in the air — not enough to pull out the sweaters, but it sure feels better than the oppressive heat and humidity. I’m not quite ready to rush the fall season in just yet, but I am ready for cooler weather!

Have a great Friday!

Flashback Friday: TV Times

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 question for this week is:

Tell about TV when you were growing up. Did your family have a TV? Was it color or b&w? How many TVs did your family have? Did you have one in your room? Did your family leave the TV on most of the day or turn it on for specific programs? Was the TV on or off when you ate meals as a family? Were there rules about watching TV? What were your favorite shows? Are there any particular memories you have of TV in your younger years?

I can’t remember for sure, but I think we did have a black and white TV at first. I do remember that TV sets were either in monstrously big cabinets or they were little ones with “rabbit ears” — and I remember putting foil on the end of the rabbit ears to get better reception or having someone outside turning the big antennae while someone inside would give directions (“Turn it a little more. There, there! Oh, you missed it. Go back!” SO glad those days are gone!) I also remember there was some kind of tube in the back that my dad had to take out and replace from time to time.

When I was a young child we only had one TV. By the time I was a teen-ager my parents had an additional one in their room. There was never a TV in any of the kids’ bedrooms while I was home — I don’t know if that changed with my sisters over the years. We have three now: one in the family room, one in our bedroom, and one in the kitchen. Still none in the kids’ rooms. 🙂

My mom tended to let the TV just run on in the background all the time. I cannot stand that now. In my younger years it was not on during meal time, but I think in later years it was. I do remember that it was a big deal to occasionally have actual TV dinners on TV trays in the living room sometimes.

When we watched TV as a family when all the kids were little, my parents sat on the couch and my brother and sisters and I sat or lay on our stomachs on the floor on top of some kind of big flat stuffed animal. They may have been made for that purpose in that era, I don’t remember. My parents also let us turn on cartoons on Saturday mornings so they could sleep in. It seems like we had some system for taking turns if there was a cartoon different ones of us wanted to watch on different channels at the same time, but I do remember a lot of fussing about that. My brother always wanted to watch anything with superheroes. My favorite cartoon was Underdog.

There was also one about a little lamb and a big sheepdog and a wolf — the lamb would go “frolicking” in the meadow, and then cry “It’s the wolf,” only it said it in two syllables, like wool-uff, and the sheepdog would come and drive the wolf away in various ways. I have wondered what the name of this one was for years — does it ring a bell with anyone else?

Some of the earliest shows I remember watching were Captain Kangaroo, The Ed Sullivan Show, the Wonderful World of Disney, the Andy Griffith Show, I Love Lucy (in its original run!), The Dick Van Dyke Show, the Twilight Zone, Leave It To Beaver, Andy Griffith, My Three Sons (one of my favorites. Fred McMurray was my image of a dad, even though my dad was nothing like him). My dad liked westerns, so we watched The Rifleman and Gunsmoke and Bonanza (I had a big crush on Little Joe.) He also liked war movies, so we watched a lot of those. By school age years, we watched The Big Valley, Green Ares, Gilligan’s Island, The Addams Family, Dark Shadows, Here Come the Brides (had a humongous crush on Bobby Sherman!), Daniel Boone, Ben Casey, The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (had a huge crush on David McCallum!), the Brady Bunch, The Courtship of Eddie’s Father, Family Affair (remember the doll Mrs. Beasley?), Rat Patrol, Lost In Space, Marcus Welby, the MOD Squad, Mr. Ed. It sounds like we watched a lot of TV, but I don’t remember that we did.

And then there were the commercials!

In my teen-age years we watched the Six Million Dollar Man, Barnaby Jones, the Flip Wilson show, the Partridge Family (I had a big crush on David Cassidy!), SWAT, the Waltons, Happy Days.

I remember that TV shows didn’t run all night — I think most programming must have gone off about midnight or so, and if you turned off the TV after that you’d see a test pattern with multiple vertical colored stripes. Actually I can’t remember if it was on all the time or just at the beginning or end of programming. And it seemed like some networks ended their broadcast day with the Pledge of Allegiance and prayer.

Though I agree that too much TV time can intrude on family communication and interaction, I have fond memories of watching TV with both my parents and then later my husband and children.

Book Review: The Pirate Queen

The Pirate Queen by Patricia Hickman is not the swashbuckling, high-seas adventure you might have been expecting from the title. Rather, it is the story of Saphora Warren, a wealthy socialite who appears to have an ideal life, but whose husband is an inattentive, unreasonable philanderer. On the very day that Saphora packs up her bags, planning to quietly leave her husband, he comes home and announces that he is dying. Furthermore, he wants to go to their coastal home — the very place Saphora had planned to retreat to — to seek treatment, and he wants Saphora to go with him. Subduing her own plans and feelings, Saphora goes with him. Various members of their dysfunctional extended family come to visit over the summer, further wreaking havoc with Saphora’s life, but she strikes up a surprising but beneficial friendship with a quiet, older-than-his-years neighbor boy.

I can’t remember now where I first saw the book recommended, but I picked it up to see what the author did with Saphora and her husband Bender’s story. I can’t really say without giving away the plot, but perhaps more important than the plot are their character studies.

My biggest complaint is one I have mentioned before. I don’t believe every Christian fiction novel needs to have a three point outline of the plan of salvation complete with the “sinner’s prayer,” but whatever it does contain of the gospel needs to be clear and accurate. The advice given to Saphora is kind of nebulous: “Keep looking for answers,” “Jesus invites you to join him on his journey,” “Your life is going to be difficult….but with a little help, you’ll learn to love.” If I were in Saphora’s situation, I would want  counsel much more concrete than that.

There were a couple of phrases that struck me as quite nicely written. “The afternoon had been spilled like sweet tea poured out.” And on the subject of not being able to come up with the right thing to say until too late (which I tend to experience!), “Thinking deeply rather than broadly presented so many lost opportunities.”

This is actually a strange little book to me. I don’t mean that negatively, but much of the family’s conversations and interactions were not what I would expect from my own family. Which is fine — different people have different personalities and frames of reference. But though I could enter into Saphora’s angst in dealing with all the unexpected things life throws at her, I couldn’t really fully identify with the characters. The title didn’t really make sense to me until the end, and even then it didn’t seem to fit exactly, considering what a pirate is and how he gets what he wants compared to Saphora’s situation. But maybe I am just missing something.

(Updated to add: The author discusses how she came to write this novel here, and that did help shed light on the pirate allusion.)

If you’ve read this, I’d love to hear your thoughts.

I did enjoy the book, however, and the journey Saphora and Bender take.