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.

So here are five favorite things from this last week:

1. A successful first-ever solo road trip. (Thank you, Lord!!) That’s one reason this is late — I just got back this afternoon. I’ll tell you more about it next week. 😀

2. Rest stops. They’re clean, they have multiple bathroom stalls, and they’re quiet — no music playing over speakers. I got so tired of small, crowded, messy, noisy restrooms in restaurants and gas stations.

3. Mug’s Root Beer. I mentioned before liking root beer at restaurants because it’s decaf, and I can’t have caffeine, and I am not crazy about Sprite or 7-Up and the like. If we’re eating out I usually drink water, but if I am running errands and want something cold to drink, I usually go through a drive-through for root beer. Sadly, I found out a few weeks ago that Barq’s root beer, which most restaurants seem to sell, does have caffeine. A&W root beer is too vanilla-y. Bojangles is about the only place in town that sells it as a fountain drink (Taco Bell used to, but they stopped. 😦 ) I couldn’t find a Bojangles on the trip at first, but I found a drink machine with bottles of Mug Root Beer at a rest stop, and then I got…

4. Zaxby’s munchy crunchy small ice to pour it over. Yumsome! Plus that Zaxby’s only charged me 11 cents for a cup of ice — here they charge 25.

5. My own computer! Well, it’s actually the central family desktop computer, but everyone else has laptops, so I almost have this one to myself. My husband has a small notebook-type computer that is portable and nice for trips, but it is very small. This screen and keyboard seem so BIG after using that one!

That’s it for this Friday. Hope you have a great weekend!

Flashback Friday: Extended Family Memories


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.

The prompt for today is:

Tell about any grandparents, cousins, or other extended family that was special to you growing up. Did they live near you or some distance away? Do you have any particular childhood memories (good OR bad!) of times spent with your grandparents? With your cousins? Did you spend holidays with them? At whose house did you generally gather? Do you still keep up with cousins, aunts & uncles, etc.? Did your paternal relatives and maternal relatives know and get along with each other?

My mother’s mother passed away when I was about 4. I have a dim memory of talking with her once about her colostomy bag — she had cancer that spread throughout her lower region. My mom said that when I asked about it, she (my mom) was embarrassed and tried to divert me, but my grandmother just answered me very matter-of-factly (which is usually what most kids want.) I was very pleased to receive some of my grandmother’s things, like a autograph book she had during school days, after my mom passed away.

My mom’s father was tall, skinny, and had a distinctive laugh — his laugh is probably what I remember most about him. He loved to joke and tease. We lived in the same town, and even actually lived with him for a while during my childhood — my brother was born unexpectedly in his house (my mom had been told by her doctor that day that she would not deliver yet — but she did, and so fast they couldn’t get out the door.) We eventually moved to another town, and in later years when he remarried, whenever he and his wife drove up to our house to visit, he always brought a box of Dunkin’ Donuts. No matter when I got up in the morning while he was there, my grandfather and mom were already up in the kitchen, drinking coffee and talking. His second wife developed arteriosclerosis and deteriorated mentally, but he cared for her himself. One time when he was persuaded to leave her in something like an adult day care for a short while, when he came to pick her up, they had her strapped down. I don’t remember if she was trying to find him or what, but he never left her again. Though he was not what you would describe as warm or affectionate, I thought this was one of the greatest examples of sacrificial love I have ever known of. This wife passed away as well, and several years later he ended up living with my aunt, who was single, but she was at work all day and he wouldn’t take his medicines or eat right and finally had a series of small strokes. He recuperated in a hospital until Medicare would not pay any more and then had to transfer to a nursing home. Everyone was depressed about that for a while, but when he recovered well enough to leave, he decided to stay: He had made friends, had his meals and medicines taken care of, and found more to do than sit in front of the TV all day. He volunteered for a program to answer the phone as Santa to kids who called in to a special number. I can imagine he would have been great at that. I wonder how many kids associate his distinctive laugh with Santa. The last time I saw him was at a family reunion over twenty years ago — he passed away a year or two later, in his 80s.

My father’s father passed away before I was born. My father’s mother was the one I mentioned a couple of weeks ago in summer memories: the “galloping Grandma” who would drive to see all her kids in TX, LA (Louisiana), and AL during the summer and took me with her a few times. She never remarried. She went back and forth between living in TX and LA. When she lived near us, I often went to spend the night with her, and one of my fondest memories is both of us staying up late reading. Sometimes I would go with her to visit her sister, Jewel, in another town. Jewel had one arm that was paralyzed but had a garden, and she and my grandmother loved cooking fresh vegetables. My Grandmother loved to crochet and whenever she was sitting still for long, she had her yarn and crochet hooks going. She could be a little sharp and critical sometimes, but overall I have fond memories of her.

I am fortunate to have cousins my age on both sides. Until I was 13, we lived in the same town as my mom’s sister and her family, with one girl cousin a year younger. The father’s side of this cousin’s family was somewhat well-to-do, and this cousin got things like a Barbie Dream House, Susie Homemaker oven (with which you could make REAL cakes!), and her own TV — all things that were beyond my realm, so, yes, I was a little jealous. One time when I went to church with their family, I didn’t have any money to put in, so I wrote something on a piece of paper — I don’t remember if it was an “IOU” or what — but my cousin’s other grandmother took it out. 😦 But overall my cousin and I got along well. Her mom was the aunt for whom I am named.

I only saw my Louisiana cousins occasionally, maybe once or twice a year, but there were three girls in that family, one my age, one a year older, and one a year younger — and all of our birthdays were in August. I think I’ve told before of one birthday we celebrated all together. At their place we road bikes all over creation, and their mom had a distinctive way of whistling so that we could hear her from a pretty good distance away and know it was time to come home.

I hear about my TX cousin from her mom occasionally, but the LA side of the family just doesn’t keep in touch any more since the dad, my father’s brother,and my own father passed away. I would guess my aunt probably remarried, but it would be nice to hear how they are all doing and where they are these days. Though there were several other cousins that I saw less often, those four were the ones I knew best and interacted with the most, and  some of my best childhood memories were with my cousins, who were some of my closest friends.

“Fret not thyself because of evildoers”

I am both a Christian and a conservative, and consequently I am not always happy about the state of affairs in our country (though I suppose non-Christians and liberals could say the same thing). But I don’t usually appreciate forwarded e-mails from good people whose position on an issue I might agree with but whose tone is angry or despairing.

I came across a truth in Our Daily Walk by F. B. Meyer for today’s reading which I wish I could send to them all:

You will not remove the evils of the world by all your anxiety, or by wrath.

To put that sentence in context, he was commenting on Psalm 37, especially verses 1-8, and his whole paragraph reads:

The Psalmist says: “Do not fret. Evil is transient, evil-doers shall be cut off, in a little while the wicked shall not be.” You will not remove the evils of the world by all your anxiety, or by wrath. It is not worth while to lose your peace of mind. Be quiet in your heart, full of prayer, looking up to God that He would interpose to deliver.

You can find the rest of his devotional for today by going here and scrolling down to June 8.

Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him: fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way, because of the man who bringeth wicked devices to pass. Psalm 37:7.

That doesn’t mean passivity or stoicism. In our particular culture we do have a voice, and we can let it be heard by voting and writing to our elected officials, newspaper editors, executives in the entertainment industry, etc., about those issues with which we’re concerned. But we need to deal with the issue or problem and not attack or demean the person. And we need to remember our ultimate hope is in God, not men. Only He can change hearts. And whatever is going on in the outside world, by His grace we can live the way He wants us to. Historically some of Christianity’s best moments were when the world was totally against it.

It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man. Psalm 118:8.

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.

This first quote is from Hope and Help For Your Nerves by Dr. Claire Weekes, p.118:

You are never defeated while you are ready to go on. The road to recovery is beset with many temporary failures. It is like traveling across the foothills toward the mountains. You travel downhill so often that it is difficult to realize that, in spite of this, you are still climbing.

There are so many applications of this beyond just the scope of this book. Any recovery from anything, any improvement, any change of bad habits for a good one, etc., all have that up and down aspect, but that word picture of going through the foothills is such a great one: we’re still climbing even though we’re on and up-and-down path, and we’re never defeated unless we give up.

I haven’t been using Joy and Strength as a devotional book this year, but I used it for a number of years and marked some of my favorite quotations from it. The June 6 reading is:

I will run the way of Thy commandments, when Thou shalt enlarge my heart.
PSALMS 119:32

My hands also will I lift up unto Thy commandments, which I have loved.
PSALMS 119:48

LOVE is higher than duty. But the reason is that love in reality contains duty in itself. Love without a sense of duty is a mere delusion, from which we cannot too soon set ourselves free. Love is duty and something more.
FREDERICK TEMPLE

THINK not anything little, wherein we may fulfil His commandments. It is in the midst of common and ordinary duties that our life is placed; common occupations make up our lives. By faith and love we obey; but by obedience are the faith and love, which God gives us, strengthened. Then shall we indeed love our Lord, when we seek to please Him in all things, speak or are silent, sleep or wake, labor or rest, do or suffer, with a single eye to His service. God give us grace so to love Him, that we may in all things see Him; in all, obey; and, obeying, see Him more clearly and love Him less unworthily; and so, in that blissful harmony of obedience and of love, be prepared to see Him “face to face.”
EDWARD B. PUSEY

I like the thoughts about how love and duty are intertwined.  We tend to shrink away from words like “duty” and “obedience,” yet they show what and how we love.

And going along with the above quotes is this from page 46 of  Jane Austen’s Little Instruction Book, a “mini-book” compilation of quotes from her books.

There is one thing…which a man can always do, if he chooses, and that is, his duty; not by maneuvering and finessing, but by vigour and resolution. Mr. Knightly, Emma.

I would add that without Him we can do nothing (John 15:5), but we “can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth” us (Philippians 4:13).

If you’re joining us for The Week In Words with your own post, please leave a link to your family-friendly quotes for today below so other participants can read them.

Simply Trusting

But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him. Hebrews 11:6

Simply trusting every day,
Trusting through a stormy way;
Even when my faith is small,
Trusting Jesus, that is all.

Refrain

Trusting as the moments fly,
Trusting as the days go by;
Trusting Him whate’er befall,
Trusting Jesus, that is all
.

Brightly does His Spirit shine
Into this poor heart of mine;
While He leads I cannot fall;
Trusting Jesus, that is all.

Refrain

Singing if my way is clear,
Praying if the path be drear;
If in danger for Him call;
Trusting Jesus, that is all.

Refrain

Trusting Him while life shall last,
Trusting Him till earth be past;
Till within the jasper wall,
Trusting Jesus, that is all.

Refrain

~ Edgar P. Stites

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.

There are a number of things I could mention this week, but I’ll go with these:

1. The first week of summer vacation! I have loved not setting alarm clocks!

2. Feeling better. Jesse had an awful cold last weekend and then I caught it and was pretty miserable Monday and some of Tuesday. Thankfully I am feeling much better now.

3. Chicken Chimichangas from one of my favorite Mexican food restaurants. Tuesday night Jim was away and I gave myself permission to get dinner out, but I didn’t feel like going out, so we got take-out and had enough to for lunch the next day, too.

4. This funny video on The History of the Book from The Wall Street Journal at Robin Lee Hatcher‘s site. I couldn’t get the video to embed here, so I’ll just refer you there.

5. This video of Andrea Bocelli’s mother’s decision not to take the advice of a physician and have an abortion when he thought her child might have a disability. I had never heard this story before. Andrea is such a gift to the world: what  testament that a disability is no reason to abort a child. And how sad to think of all the people with their various individual gifts who are not able to share them with the world due to abortion.

Flashback Friday: Siblings


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.

The prompt for today is:

Do you have siblings? (If not, keep reading – I’ll get to you.) How many and are they boys or girls? Where do you fall in the birth order? How did you view your “spot” in the family compared with the others? If you are the oldest, did you resent the things the youngest got to do that you didn’t? If the youngest, what did you want to do like the older ones? And if you are more of a middle child, how did that impact you? How do you think your birth order shaped your personality? Did you and your siblings like each other growing up or did you fight all the time? Are you close now? Or at least friends with each other?! What memories stand out about you and your siblings?

If you are an only child, how did you like that? Were you glad to have all the attention or did you want to have a brother or sister? What advantages were there to being an only child? What disadvantages? Which side of the fence is greener?!

For everyone, did your sibling experiences (or lack thereof!) affect your decision to have kids or to have a certain number?

I am the oldest of six. The youngest was born when I was 17, and the first four of us are each 4 years apart, so we’re pretty spread out. I have one brother, next in age to me, and the rest are sisters. The youngest is actually my half-sister, but I rarely think of her that way — she is as much my sister as the others.

My parents were divorced when I was 15, and my brother spent most of his time with my dad, so with a big gap between me and my younger sisters, I felt more like an assistant mom than an older sister. We loved each other, but we didn’t have the close “BFF” relationship of many sisters closer in age (thus making it hard sometimes to choose birthday cards — most of them seem to come from that angle.) Once after marriage when my husband and I came home to visit, I was astonished that my then teen-age sisters picked me up, and they were all nearly grown, tall, confidant, beautiful. I felt, “I don’t even know these people!” But it has been fun getting to know them on an adult level.  When my mother was alive, we kept up with each other mostly through her. Since she passed away and with the rise of texting and Facebook, we keep up with each other directly more than ever before. I always enjoy when we get together.

I enjoyed being the oldest except for being the “built-in baby-sitter.” When my mother and step-father got together, they were understandably like newlyweds, going “out” together often. Plus we moved to Houston during the summer, and while they found jobs during the day time, I was home with the kids. I had to pretty much beg and plead to go anywhere or do anything. In retrospect, with that being a vulnerable time in my life, it was probably best that I wasn’t free to roam like other teen-agers: I might have ended up in a lot of trouble. I don’t really envy so much that my younger sisters had more freedom and less discipline, because I think the discipline was good for me, but I think I just wished at some point that my parents had understood how I felt.

But I did enjoy having special privileges that came with being the oldest, getting to do various things first, etc. Our home in Houston had two bedrooms besides the master, one very small and one very large. I got the small bedroom to myself and bunk beds were put in the larger room for my sisters. I loved having my own quiet private space! It became a tradition after I moved out that the oldest sister moved into that room, and as each one moved out, the next oldest sister moved into it.

I think I am your typical oldest child: responsible, dependable, serious (mostly), eager to please, preferring to avoid trouble, wanting to be “successful.” Some sources say that firstborns are “natural” leaders, and I have never felt like a leader. I’ve always preferred others to lead and I’d be a good helper. I also have tried very hard not to be a bossy know-it-all to my siblings.

Sadly, I have not heard from my brother in a long time. My mom had been paying for his cell phone, and after she passed away my step-father continued doing so until he just couldn’t any more. My brother was having financial problems and was not able to get his own phone. I assume he is at the same address — the Christmas card and letter I sent wasn’t returned to me — but I am not really sure how he is doing.

Here we all are at my wedding:

And at my mom’s house after her funeral almost five years ago, the last time we were all together:

I had never set a number on how many kids I wanted to have, but I was pretty sure I did not want a very large family. It seems to me that people who do the best with a lot of children are somewhat laid back in personality. There are a lot of pressures and a lot to keep up with the more children you have, and I have seen some people handle it all very admirably, and I know that if the Lord allowed that for us, He’d provide the grace (and finances!) to deal with it all. But I think my three were just the right number for me. Sometimes I do wish we’d had a fourth, and it had been a girl — but nowadays I am content to wait for grandchildren. 😀

Thinking out loud: analyzing vs. criticizing

This is something I wrestle with from time to time.

I tend to be an analytical type. That doesn’t mean I am always thinking, processing, discerning, critiquing every little thing, person, point, issue, etc. — but I do a lot. And I think that’s fine to a degree: I don’t think it’s good to be an entirely laid-back, anything goes, “whatever” type of personality. Critical thinking helps us discern right from wrong, better from best, ways to improve, etc.

But when does it cross over into unnecessary criticism, fault-finding, etc.?

Let me apply it to a particular area:

When my husband and I were first married, we spent fourteen years in what I would consider an ideal church. Not a perfect church: there is no such thing on earth. But the pastor was gracious and kind, careful and thorough in his preaching and exposition, a master teacher, godly in his character, and the people were consistently trying to live out their faith, caring, growing spiritually.

When we moved to a different area, we knew better than to try to find a pastor or church just like the one we left: we knew to expect differences here and there. But we were surprised at just how vast the differences were between churches that were alike in core doctrines. Plus, in the town we came from, though there were differences between the churches there as well, most of the pastors were from the same school and thus we knew to a certain extent where they were coming from in what they said and did. In this new area, the pastors were from a vast array of schools, backgrounds, etc., so we didn’t always quite know what their basis was or what they meant by what they said. Thus, as we visited churches trying to determine which was right for us, we needed discernment which involved a certain amount of critical thinking. Acts 17:11 says of the Bereans, as Paul and Silas came and preached to them, “These were more noble than those in Thessalonica, in that they received the word with all readiness of mind, and searched the scriptures daily, whether those things were so.” So we tried to evaluate not just the preaching but the practices and standards of the churches we visited according to Scripture. It was a good exercise for us, because it required us to filter our own beliefs and practices through the same grid as well. That was the first time I really discovered Romans 14: I had read it before, but I had to really search through it and related passages and pull out and apply the principles therein. I guess it was the first time I realized that good people can come out on opposite sides and an issue and each still be right with the Lord.

You sometimes hear people  say that you shouldn’t have “roast preacher” for dinner after Sunday services, and I agree with that. On the other hand, we’ve had to discuss with our children sometimes why we don’t necessarily endorse something the pastor has said while trying not to do so with a critical attitude. Sometimes we have a standard the pastor or the church doesn’t hold to, and we’ve had to discuss that with the kids while also trying to convey to them that good people can differ on issues. What’s most difficult is when a preacher makes an offhand comment that doesn’t jive with our standards. For instance, one visiting preacher was remarked that anyone who let their family watch Finding Nemo was foolish because of Nemo’s defiance of his father. We had to explain the kids that, yes, Nemo defied his father, but he had to face the results of his actions throughout the film, and he and his father both realized they were wrong in certain areas and reconciled at the end. Should we have just tossed out our Nemo DVD because of what this preacher said? No. of course not. God gave us brains to put them to use.

So then after all of that, the question becomes, What do we do with those differences? What do we do when our church or our pastor holds to a different position than what we feel is right?

Part of it depends on what the issue is. If it is a doctrinal error, that would call for discussing it with the pastor to clarify his position and share our concerns, and if it is major enough, it would probably call for leaving the church.

If it is anything else, we may or may not want to discuss it with the pastor. My husband has done so some times, and usually it is a friendly discussion with each man at least understanding the other’s viewpoint even if they don’t come to an agreement.

Let me give you another example: We have visiting preachers some times with whom I would agree in their core doctrines (how one is saved, who Jesus really is, etc.), but not in how they preach: they’re brash and manipulative. When their names come up in one Christian message board I frequent, others share the same opinion (and that is something else I wrestle with: when does talking over an issue or a problem to gain perspective spill over into gossip? But that is a subject for another post). Yet they spend almost the entire year highly touted, going from church to church and camp to camp, and I wonder, “Is it just me? Doesn’t anyone else have a problem with the things I have a problem with?” So when they come to my church, do I boycott those meetings? I haven’t felt that was the right course of action. The first godly pastor I mentioned above remarked once that even the Lord Jesus attended services in synagogues when He walked on earth even though they were highly flawed. But I do tend to come either discouraged or critical, and neither mindset is one open to the truth that is being preached.

So here are some things that help me in this kind of situation:

1. I remind myself that every vessel is flawed: there are no perfect preachers, teachers or churches. My pastor sometimes says, “God can use a crooked stick to draw a straight line.” Years ago there was one radio preacher that I used to turn off in disgust because of his “ranting and raving” style. I got convicted that that disgusted attitude was not right: his style didn’t appeal to me, but evidently it did to some, because he developed a worldwide ministry that lasted long after his death. So I stopped turning off his program, and one day something he said helped me immensely in a spiritual issue I was wrestling with.

2. I remind myself that I am responsible for the truth I hear no matter how it comes out. When I stand before God to give an account for what I did with the truth I heard, I am not going to be able to blame the messenger for not taking in the truth he presented.

3. I pray for the person, that if the issue is something God wants him to deal with, he’ll see it and be open to God’s desire to change him. I pray he will be yielded to the Holy Spirit, say what He wants him to say and not say what He doesn’t want him to say.

4. I pray for myself, that I won’t be hyper-critical and let that issue color my response and that I’ll be open to whatever the Lord wants to show me of my own failings. Romans 14:4 says, “Who art thou that judgest another man’s servant? to his own master he standeth or falleth. Yea, he shall be holden up: for God is able to make him stand.”

5. I go back to Romans 14, especially verse 3: “Let not him that eateth despise him that eateth not; and let not him which eateth not judge him that eateth: for God hath received him.” Aside from the issue of what they are or aren’t eating in that passage, the principle remains that people on different sides of an issue should not either despise or judge each other.

And I guess that’s the answer, or at least part of it, for discerning between analysis and criticism: if there is any sense of arrogance or condescension on my part, I’ve crossed the line.

This has been a different kind of post for me. Usually when I write about an issue, I’ve already come to a conclusion and am presenting the results of my thoughts and study. This time I am literally thinking through it as I am writing. I would normally let it sit and incubate a few days before posting and then polish up the writing a bit, but I think today I am just going to post it as is.

I’d appreciate your feedback if you have dealt with or wrestled with any of these same thoughts and issues.

Book Review: This Fine Life

In some ways it is hard to pin down what This Fine Life by Eva Marie Everson is about, for it had many layers, and each one is rich and deep.

It’s about Mariette Putnam, who has just graduated from boarding school in 1959 and returned to her privileged home in a small Georgia town, where her parents each have different plans for her. Her mother wants her to meet and marry the right man (with the right family, right job, right bank account, right connections, etc.). Her father wants her to take advantage of the new possibilities open for women and go to college. Mariette doesn’t know what she wants…until she runs into Thayne Scott, the mail clerk at her father’s factory. Not only is Thayne not the right man her mother has planned for Mariette, but he has a shady past, which he says he has put behind him now.

Thus begins  an unlikely romance, and I love that the author did not stop at the culmination of the romance with marriage as too many novels do, but rather had the characters marry early on and then deal with genuine adjustment and communication issues and a major unforeseen change.

So on one level, the book is about the developing relationship between Mariette and Thayne. But other levels involve forgiveness, perseverance, and friendship. One of the most poignant levels involves Mariette’s feeling of being “outside looking in” in matters of faith, first at the boarding school she attended which was a different denomination than her family’s, and then as her husband and best friend seem to have something she doesn’t have and doesn’t understand in their faith.

And though I would love to give this book a 100% enthusiastic endorsement, because I loved every other part of it, I do have a quibble with that last area, and it is too important an area to overlook. I’ve mentioned this before with other Christian fictions books, but I don’t necessarily believe every one of them needs to lay out the complete plan of salvation with the Romans Road and a printed Sinner’s Prayer to repeat. How an author handles that is between him or herself and the Lord, because He knows who will be reading the book and what they need to hear and how it all fits best within the context of the story (and it does need to do that — an extended tract with a story thinly wrapped around it will satisfy no one, but most Christian fiction novels do not err in that direction.) So I don’t mind if the way of salvation is subtle or only alluded to rather than explained, but whatever there is of it in a story needs to be clear and not misleading.

In my reading of the book, it seems Mariette’s “outside looking in” feelings in regard to faith indicate that she doesn’t really know the Lord. That can certainly happen with people who have grown up in a Christian environment: I’ve known of such people who just go along because it is the lifestyle they’ve always known until at some point it dawns on them that they have never really repented of their own sins and trusted in Christ as their own Lord and Savior. I’ve heard testimonies by people who did just that. But in this book it seems the message given to Mariette is, “You are a child of God: you just need to realize it,” and she doesn’t seem to “get it” until she experiences a serious personal answer to prayer. Now, if the author meant instead that Mariette did have some kind of commitment or faith but had not fully realized its potential and wasn’t walking and living like a child of God, rather than she wasn’t yet a believer at all, then this would make sense. But it was a little confusing when the message I seemed to be picking up was that Mariette wasn’t a genuine believer, to then see her being told she was a child of God. I wrote extensively once before that not everyone is a child of God, so I’ll just refer you to that post rather then repeating it here.

Other than the confusion on that one issue, I loved this book. I love the author’s characterizations and the way I was drawn in to Mariette’s outlook and feelings. I used the word “genuine” many times already in this review, but it is perhaps the best word I can apply: every character and every situation was real, genuine, true to life, and I look forward to reading more of Eva Marie Everson’s books.

Thanks to Revell Books and the author for the complimentary copy of this book.

Ramblings

It’s a good thing we didn’t have any big plans for Memorial Day. We had thunderstorms all through Sunday night and rain most of Monday. Jesse was at a friend’s house, Jason was working, I was sick — so it was a pretty low-key day.

I had gotten some ham steaks to marinate and grill at some point over the long weekend, and thankfully we decided to do that Sunday after church rather then Monday. So good!

Between coughing, not being able to breathe through my nose, and multiple trips to the bathroom (drinking something through the day had helped my sore throat, but all that liquid intake caught up with me by evening) I didn’t get to sleep until some time between 2 and 3 this morning. I woke up some time after 8 and have given myself full permission to go back to sleep when I feel the urge.

But thus I am not terribly coherent this morning. 🙂 I have a book I want to tell you about — maybe later today, but maybe I’ll have to wait til I can do it justice.

Saturday was one of the busiest days we’ve had in a while. We were invited to three events, but could only attend two. Well, as far as the schedule goes, we could have fit in the third one between the other two, but in the stamina department we needed a little break before dashing off again. A company my husband worked for for thirteen years had a reunion at a lake Saturday afternoon. It was good for him to see old friends and catch up with folks. I didn’t know many of the people except by name, but I guess they knew me through Jim and made me feel welcome. Had some great barbecue and got a little sunburned. Then that evening, a niece who lives about 50 minutes away was having an open house — she and her husband of seven months just bought and built their own home. I also saw one of my sisters and another niece there. It’s kind of sad that part of my family lives less than an hour away and we don’t see them much, but everyone’s schedules are so different. It was good to touch base with them.

Friday (I seem to be working back through time in my retelling…) was Jesse’s last day of tenth grade with an awards program and giving out the yearbook with time to mingle and sign each others’. I wish they’d hand out the yearbook a few days earlier so there was more time for that, but, at any rate, it was a nice time for him. Now I am luxuriating in not having to set alarm clocks for 5 a.m.!

And I think that’s mostly it for our doings over the last few days. I have our ladies’ ministry booklet to work on this week and then want to sketch out a game plan for what I need to accomplish this summer.

Several weeks ago I had asked you to pray for some possible big changes for our family. Thanks to those who have, and I’d appreciate your continued prayers. We’re about 95% sure of which direction we’re going to take and should know in the next few weeks. There will be ripple effects throughout the family, some exciting, some scary — some both — as any change will bring. I’ll update you when I can!