The Simple Woman’s Daybook

FOR TODAY … August 11, 2008

Outside My Window… bright but not so hot — at least, not so far.

I am thinking… about some ideas for some writing projects and also about “birthday week.” Jason’s birthday was in July but he wanted to wait to celebrate til he came home. Jeremy’s is Friday but he wants to wait til Jason gets home. Mine is Thursday of next week.So we’re going to have a whole lot of celebrating going on…

I am thankful for… my husband and family,God’s love and car, and air conditioning 🙂 Honestly, I don’t know how I would live without it, I get so hot so easily..

From the kitchen…a light day since it is a busy day, but I do need to do something with ripening bananas soon.

I am wearing… a green and blue plaid seersucker dress. I love it for summertime — it’s much cooler than many of my other clothes.

I am creating… I am still working on my new cross stitch project. It will take a while. In fact, I am so tempted to go work on it now, but I have other things to do. Progress as of Friday is at the bottom of this post, though I have worked on it a little more since then.

I am going… I actually already went…to take my mil to an audiologist’s appointment Tonight we have a ladies’ meeting with one of my favorite people.

I am reading… To Kill a Mockingbird and
It Happens Every Spring still. Almost done with the latter.

I am hoping… to get a nap in today — I got up earlier than usual for summer, but I am going to have to get used to that again soon when school starts.

I am hearing… Jesse absentmindedly bumping his leg against the desk.

Around the house… I have some piles of clutter I need to sort through and put away.

One of my favorite things… is hot Krispy Kreme donuts. 🙂 We passed by there on our way home from my mil’s appointment, and I introduced to to the joys of Krispy Kreme. She is now a convert.

A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week: Besides the clutter control, I need to make some appointments for Jesse (I listed that last week but didn’t get to it), get the rest of his school supplies, shop for birthdays, dust and vacuum my bedroom, clean Jason’s room in time for his return this weekend (Yay!)

Here is picture thought I am sharing…

Sunset reflection

I had noticed a lovely sunset and went out to try to get a picture of it, then on my way out to the front yard I noticed this reflection on the car that I thought was kind of neat. But by the time I got my camera, went outside, and then took this picture, the sun had gone down too much. I tried taking a couple more pictures, but I was directly facing the neighbors across the street — whom I don’t know — and felt awkward that they might be thinking I was taking pictures of them or their house, so I gave up.

The Guidelines for the Daybook are here at The Simple Woman, who created and hosts this weekly meme.

Green Leaf in Drought

In 1950, Arthur and Wilda Mathews and their 13 month old baby, Lilah, traveled to Hwangyuan, China. China had fallen to Communism, and other missionaries were leaving, yet the Chinese church had invited them to come, with the approval of the Communist government. They felt this was a miraculously opened door God would have them go through.. Yet, when they arrived, they could sense that all was not well. The Christians pastors who met them were strained, and they discerned that between the time of their invitation and arrival, the Chinese learned that association with the white people would be a liability under Communism, not a asset. The Mathews thought perhaps then that, if they could not be a help to the church, they could endeavor to evangelize the unreached Mongols in the area and nearby. They had a few weeks in which to minister, but soon found that they were restricted in ways they could help. They endeavored to set up an inn with which to reach the Mongols, but Chinese troops took it over the day before it was to open. Arthur protested, but soon found it would have been wiser to have said nothing. In two days a policeman came to the mission compound to announce that no one there could do village work without permission, and the white people were forbidden everything: they could not have meetings outside the compound, they could not give out tracts or dispense medicine. They were restricted to the mission compound.

They finally decided that since they were more of a hindrance than a help, they would apply for exit visas. They thought, since the government did not want them, they would be allowed to leave quickly, and so gave away or sold dishes, curtains, etc., keeping just the bare minimum to function until they could leave. Arthur was summoned to the police station and asked to sign a statement that he was for world peace. He had heard of another missionary having to sign some document before leaving, so he signed without thinking much of it. The government official then asked what contribution Arthur was then willing to make toward world peace, outlining a plan in which Arthur would go to India and essentially be a Communist spy. Arthur realized that the Communist definition of world peace was a world dominated by communism, and of course could not consent.

A government official called Arthur in and promised his exit visas if he would do something for them, like write a report of five other missionaries. At first Arthur did write glowing reports of the missionaries in question, but someone told him he dare not turn that in: the Communists would change what he had written but keep his signature. So Arthur threw his report in the fire and told the official he could not be a Judas. The official then told him that he could have given him a pass, if he had cooperated, but now a charge had been laid against him which must be investigated, and “investigations take a long time.”

Thus began a two and a half year ordeal. Their provisions from their mission were frozen by the government, which made Arthur submit a report of what he would need, and then they doled out to him much less than what the report said he needed. Every victory they mentioned in a letter seemed to be immediately challenged by the enemy of their souls: once when they wrote what a blessing Lilah was, she then came down with scarlet fever, and they almost lost her. All of them had turns being ill. Eventually they were told that no one could speak to them, and they could only leave home to draw water from the creek and get food.

They wrestled with the “what-ifs” and the frustration of what they called “second causes,” finally coming to the conclusion that they had to trust that the Lord was in control and had them there for a reason, though it was hard to discern that reason when they were so restricted. Yet the Lord did use them even when they could not speak to the people. The few weeks they had had to minister before restrictions set in, people knew their hearts and saw their love. When the Mathews could no longer speak openly, the people saw them in tattered clothes, persecuted, attacked by illness without much medical aid, laughed at, jeered, humiliated, doing menial, degrading work just to survive, tantalized by the government offering release and then not giving it or doling out money that was theirs in the first place. They saw the Lord provide miraculously for them in many ways. Yet more than that, they saw them endure graciously and joyfully until, finally, the Mathews became the last CIM missionaries to leave China.

How the Lord provided for them and ministered through them in unexpected ways are some of the most exciting parts of the book Isobel Kuhn wrote of their story titled Green Leaf in Drought. She says,

But most amazing of all was their spiritual vigour. Whence came it? Not from themselves: no human being could go through such sufferings and come out so sweet and cheerful. As I was in a small prayer meeting… one prayed thus: ‘O Lord, keep their leaf green in times of drought!’ I knew in a moment that this was the answer. Jeremiah 17:8: “He shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit.” That was it! There was an unseen Source of secret nourishment, which the Communists could not find and from which they could not cut them off…That is needed by all of us. Your drought may not be caused by Communism, but the cause of the drying up of life’s joys is incidental. When they dry up — is there, can we find, a secret Source of nourishment that the deadly drought cannot reach?…Is it possible for a Christian to put forth green leaves when all he enjoys in this life is drying up around him?

The answer, by God’s grace, is yes!

Saturday Photo Scavenger Hunt: Dark

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Theme: Dark| Become a Photo Hunter

This is one of my favorite dark items:

Brownie with peanut butter

…chocolate, here in the form of a brownie with a dollop of peanut butter on top.

I don’t care for dark chocolate, though.

Also, it is dark inside a cardboard tube…

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…through which this picture was taken by my middle son of my youngest. I did use this for “I Spy” back in March, but it fits here, too.

More Photo Hunters are at TN Chick‘s.

Poetry Friday: To a Waterfowl

I have always enjoyed poetry, but I have neglected it in recent years. I have enjoyed seeing Poetry Friday selections at Findings and Semicolon, but this is my first time to participate.

I probably first read William Cullen Bryant’s poem “To a Waterfowl” in college, but the first time it really stood out to me was when Elisabeth Elliot quoted some of these stanzas in her book The Savage My Kinsman after her husband’s death.


Whither, ‘midst falling dew,
While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,
Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue
Thy solitary way?

There is a Power whose care
Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,–
The desert and illimitable air,–
Lone wandering, but not lost.

Thou’rt gone, the abyss of heaven
Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart
Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given,
And shall not soon depart.

He, who, from zone to zone,
Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,
In the long way that I must tread alone,
Will lead my steps aright.

As a young wife then I empathized with Elisabeth’s picking up and going forward in the comfort of God’s care after the loss of her husband and was comforted with the thought that, if the Lord should ever ask me to “tread alone,” He would lead me and care for me, too. Even within 28 years of marriage, there have been many days of treading alone while my husband traveled, and I have been comforted to know that I am never truly alone.

The rest of the poem, which describes Bryant’s observation and thoughts of the bird’s activity, can be found here along with some instructive links. Becky’s Book Reviews is hosting Poetry Friday today.

Show and Tell Friday

Kelli at There’s No Place Like Home hosts “Show and Tell Friday” asking Do you have a something special to share with us? It could be a trinket from grade school, a piece of jewelry, an antique find. Your show and tell can be old or new. Use your imagination and dig through those old boxes in your closet if you have to! Feel free to share pictures and if there’s a story behind your special something, that’s even better! If you would like to join in, all you have to do is post your “Show and Tell” on your blog, copy the post link, come over here and add it to Mr. Linky. Guidelines are here.

New floral arrangement

Vase

These are a couple of recent online sale purchases. Every Friday some of the shops at Make Mine Pink feature sales based on a theme of the week. Last week it was baby gifts, this week it is “Wonderful Whites.” I think the week I got these the theme was something like “From the Garden.”

I got these from Hydrangea Home at a very nice sale price. The first one is just “me” all the way around. And I have always wanted something like the second one for when I cut a few roses from the bushes along the house or bring flowers home from the store.

I also wanted to show my current work-in-progress:

WIP

You can visit other Show and Tells or join in the fun at Kelli’s.

Happy Friday!

Thursday Thirteen: Items from a baby boomer’s childhood

Someone sent me this in an e-mail, and I thought it was fun. I do remember these, though I had not thought about many of them probably since childhood! I don’t know who to credit the pictures to.

1. Spindles for 45 records.

2. Aluminum Christmas trees and
3. The rotating multicolored light that shined on it.

When I was growing up people had these in the living room and a “real” tree in the family room/

4. Metal ice trays with handles that you pull up to loosen the ice.

5. Chatty Cathy dolls.

I don’t think I ever had one of those, but I remember them being advertised.

6. Coca-cola for 5 cents.

7. Flash bulbs

I don’t know if this particular kind were the ones used with cameras, but I remember those plus big bulbs that you’d have to take out of the back of the TV and replace.

8. Tinker Toys

My kids did have these, too, but they had a lot of plastic pieces in them. In my childhood they were all wood.

9. Test Patterns.

10. 5 cent stamps.

11. S&H Green stamps.

We used those for all kinds of things. I remember once getting a little toy tea set when my parents let me choose a toy with a portion of them.

12. Jiffy Pop popcorn.

Lots of fun to watch the flat silver package inflate into a ball!

13. Drive-In Diners.

Sonic is based on this idea. We used to go to dinner at a place like this every Friday night after getting groceries.

This has jogged my memory to other things common in my childhood: rabbit ears (with foil on the ends) on top of TVs, big heavy TV and stereo cabinets, “dinette” sets, 5 cent milk cartons for school lunches, Barbie dolls with a ponytail right at the crown of the head, toy guns made out of metal (I had to get a toenail removed after one of my brother’s toy guns dropped on my foot), baseball cards with a stick of gum in the same package, little wax soda-bottle shapes with flavored liquid kind of like Kool-aid in them; glass bottle on windowsills with colored water in them…

Anyone else remember these?

Other Thursday Thirteeners are here.

Such a nice guy!

Monday night, I was sitting at my husband, Jim’s, desk while talking to him on the phone. Jeremy came through and let me know he was going to Chick-Fil-A to get some cheesecake for dessert and asked me if I wanted anything. I really had a hankering for McDonald’s chocolate chip cookies — $1.09 for a pack of three, and wonderful when they’re soft and fresh. It’s not too terribly far from Chick-Fil-A, so, not wanting to interrupt my conversation with Jim, I wrote Jeremy a little note asking if he’d mind getting the cookies. He signaled that he would, then later in the evening I enjoyed my delicious treat.

Jim worked from home Tuesday and left for a little while in the morning to check in with his mom. When he came home he walked in and handed me some McDonald’s cookies. I was thoroughly confused. He said, “You look surprised.”

I replied, “I am!”

He said, “Well, you left a note on my desk…”

Then I burst out laughing and explained about writing to Jeremy last night. I must have accidentally left it there.

Jim said he woke up this morning at around 4:30 not feeling well, and went to his desk and saw my note. He thought to himself, “Well, I’m certainly not going right now!

It’s a wonder he didn’t say to himself, “What are you thinking, woman?!”

Maybe he did.

But I did enjoy my second batch of cookies!

I think frumpiness can sometimes be in the eye of the beholder

(Forewarning to male readers, of which I have a few: some of this is more explicit that what I usually write here, so you might want to bypass this one).

Let me say at the outset that I don’t think stylishness is a sin. Like so many other things in life, there is a balance. We don’t have to look like we stepped out of the Little House on the Prairie books to be godly and modest. But on the other hand, chasing after and striving to keep up with “the latest” fads and fashions can be too time-consuming and expensive and can be a misplaced priority.

It seems like lately on many fronts I have seen parts of or references to shows, blogs, and assorted experts who take it upon themselves to tell women what’s “in” and how to dress. I guess in one sense it’s nothing new, but the multiplicity of media available these days makes this topic seem like it’s everywhere.

I started watching some of the fashion-advice shows on TV that I had seen reference to. Usually the people involved really benefit from the help. Often they’re either stuck in sloppy over-sized t-shirts and jeans, or they are at the opposite end of the spectrum and, in an effort to be flamboyant and different are too revealing, and the stylists do help to achieve some balance. I was actually pleasantly surprised that they do advocate classic rather than trendy styles generally, and a lot of their tips for camouflaging certain body flaws and making the most of your best features do make sense.

However, as a Christian I object that the goal (or at least one main goal) on these shows seems to be sexiness. Now, of course, I know these are not Christian shows and don’t operate under Christian principles, but I am evaluating the principles as a Christian viewing them after seeing so many Christians advocate them.

I don’t believe a Christian woman’s goal in dress and appearance should be sexiness. If the Bible warns men not to lust, I think it’s implied that women shouldn’t dress in a way to entice lust. I don’t think a Christian woman should ever show cleavage publicly. After all, what is cleavage but showing parts of one’s breasts? No one needs to see that but a husband and the doctor.

I Timothy 2:9a says, “In like manner also, that women adorn themselves in modest apparel, with shamefacedness and sobriety.” I know modesty is a complicated issue: I’ve read various Christian message board discussions where people try to hash out exactly what it means, and good people differ on exactly where to draw the lines. And, as I said earlier, I don’t think modesty means a woman should always wear turtlenecks or prairie dresses. Nor does modesty equal dowdy. But I think we can agree there should not be an over-emphasis on certain womanly body parts in our dress.

Even on those shows, I have a problem with a man discussing a woman’s chest or bottom and waving his hand around those areas to demonstrate what he’s talking about.

This post is not about modesty per se: I am going to link to some good posts on that subject at the end. But it has to be mentioned when Christian women consider fashion.

At the other extreme, I don’t think it honors the Lord for us to be sloppy. Look at His creation. I mentioned recently in regard to decorating that I used to struggle with wanting things to look pretty and thought maybe I should just concentrate on functionality, until I realized that God could have made the universe just functional, but He also chose to make it beautiful. The same is true in our dress: it’s not wrong to want to look the best we can within our means. The Proverbs 31 woman “maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple” (verse 22). An unkempt appearance seems to indicate that no one cares, and that’s not a good testimony.

So, as I said at the beginning, there is a balance.

However, I don’t see that what is sometimes considered frumpy or “old” actually is.

Holiday sweaters are considered big frumpy age-adding garments, but I don’t know why. Even on a game show recently they were mentioned scornfully. Sure, they can be overdone and over-embellished, but I don’t see what’s wrong with them as a general concept. It wasn’t that long ago that everyone was wearing them, from children to young moms and all the way up. How did they get relegated to senior-only wear in the eyes of the fashion world?

I even heard a beautiful floral jacket referred to as “old” or “granny wear” just this week.

I’ve also heard and read “granny panties” mentioned as frumpy. Well, you know, what kind of underwear anyone wears isn’t really the fashion industry’s business, but I’d much rather have granny panties than the kind that come halfway up the bottom leaving an indention that can’t help but draw attention to one’s derrière (which is actually why some people wear them). And thongs….let’s not even go there except to say that unless you’re very young and firm, if all you have is a piece of fabric from your dress or pants between you and the world, you are going to jiggle, and, in pants especially, you’ll reveal much more than you want to. I’ll take granny panties over that any day.

The following list of clothes that supposedly should be removed from closets is from How Not To Look Old by Charla Krump, which I have not read but I have seen reference to in various places:

  1. Holiday sweaters with bells and appliqués (reindeers, teddy bears, bumblebees, pumpkins).
  2. Granny necklaces that tell how many grandchildren you have.
  3. Souvenir T-shirts.
  4. T-shirts with meant-to-be funny sayings.
  5. Overalls.
  6. Acid-washed jeans.
  7. Ripped jeans.
  8. Shoulder pads.
  9. Flannel shirts.
  10. Muumuus.
  11. Photo handbags (the older you get, the more sophisticated your accessories should be).
  12. Flesh-colored hose.
  13. Penny loafers.
  14. Oversize blazers.
  15. Mommy robes.
  16. Thin gold chain necklaces.
  17. Elastic-waist pants.
  18. Granny undies.
  19. Baggy sweats.
  20. Bearlike, full-length fur coats.
  21. Short shorts.
  22. Cargo pants.
  23. Stockings with reinforced toes.
  24. Three-piece suits with vests.
  25. Backpacks.

Now, some of this I agree with: baggy sweatpants, unless you’re doing laundry or jogging, short shorts, ripped jeans, muumuus. But flesh-colored hose? So what do the fashion mavens advocate instead? Some years back it was stylish to wear ivory colored hose, which I thought made ladies’ legs look like they had no circulation in their lower limbs. And I always thought it looked kind of funny to wear “suntan” hose when no other part of the body looked suntanned. I always thought flesh-colored hose looked the most natural and least noticeable. Actually I don’t know too many ladies who wear hose any more.

And thin gold chains make one look “old”? So I am supposed to dispose of my beauitful, delicate, feminine jewelry and get big, clunky stuff, even though I don’t like it, just to be “in”? Does that not seem silly to anyone but me?

Really, though, my purpose is not to nitpick all of these points or to rant against any one program, author, or expert. I just want to caution us against this judgmental, condescending attitude that certain neutral items — and the people who wear them — are frumpy. To me frumpy means sloppy and unkempt. It’s ok to strive not to be frumpy, but I don’t think we need to strive to be fashionistas who chase after every fad and live by what the current fashion experts say, either. It’s not wrong to wear something that is currently in style, but it’s not right to think of everyone else who does so as “in” and anyone who doesn’t as somehow defective.

Balance. It all comes back to balance.

And grace.

Other good blog posts abut dress and modesty:

How Shall We Then Dress by Mrs. Wilt at The Sparrow’s Nest.

Three Cheers For Modesty at Biblical Womanhood.

Dress Codes by Nancy Wilson at Femina.

Clothing and the Christian Woman at Faith and Family.

Stray Thoughts…

  • Yesterday while I was making dinner, I noticed a puddle in front of the sink. I had also been loading the dishwasher while waiting on what I was cooking to be ready for the next step and figured something had sloshed over. So I wiped it up and continued on, when a few seconds later, there was another puddle. I called my husband and he discovered a leak under the sink: the piece that holds the drain tight against the bottom of the sink had corroded and broken. I felt bad that he had to spend his Sunday afternoon rest time fixing it, but I am glad he is able to do such things and this all happened while he was home and not out of town.
  • Jesse starts back to school in a little less than three weeks. I have mixed emotions. I admit I’ll be glad to get my quiet daytime hours back. 🙂 But I hate that we’re losing our relaxing summer days. He starts high school this year, which I knew, but it hadn’t really “hit” yet til yesterday when we were talking about the upcoming “promotion Sunday” at church where anyone moving up to a new Sunday School class does so, and he mentioned he’d be going in with the older teen guys. Wow, that’s scary! He goes to a small Christian school where many of the grades are in the same building, so in one sense going to high school isn’t quite as big a deal as if he were going to a whole new building. But it is still another step in the growing up…and away…process.
  • I would encourage young moms that eventually your kids do get old enough to entertain themselves and not clamor for your attention every moment. But the downside of that is that then as a parent you have to task the initiative to do things together. Every summer I have plans of projects we’re going to do, but then everyday life just takes over and we don’t get them done. For instance, one thing I have wanted to do is to have all the kids in the family room and play some of my favorite pieces of classical music while we all do whatever else we’re doing there, just to expose them to it and maybe discuss what little I know about the pieces and composer. I guess there still is time to do a little of that.
  • My mother-in-law did get her new hearing aid, and it does work a lot better for her — it is so nice to be able to have a regular conversation! She said it is also more comfortable — she has to double check to make sure she has it in. But she keeps wearing her old one. (Argh!!) We keep the old one for back-up, but she’s just more used to it. The part that goes in the ear of the newer one is bigger, though softer, and I think it is just a little harder to maneuver into her ear. The other day as we were talking, I could just tell she wasn’t hearing as well, and asked about her hearing aid, and sure enough she had the old one in. She said she thought it worked pretty good. I said, “No, it doesn’t….that’s why we got you a new one. You don’t hear as well with the old one.” I feel it is important to let her know that. Actually she does know that, but admits she gets “stuck in a rut.” I have thought about just asking her to change it when she has the old one in. Maybe I should print off this post for her. 🙂 No, I don’t think I’ll be that direct, but I might try to make some of the points there with her.
  • I need to sit down and think through things that need to be done in the next several days and map out a plan of action. I need to take Jesse to the store to try on school uniforms, which, unfortunately, is about 40 minutes away. But that’s better than the mail-order place we used to have to use, where you couldn’t try things on and had to pay to ship them back if they didn’t fit. Then we have to get school supplies, and I need to schedule him for the eye dr. and orthodontist — something I should have done earlier, but June was way too busy, and the rest of the summer just got past me too fast. I also have a number of projects and tasks that need to be mapped out and prioritized…
  • So I guess I had better get at it! Have a good Monday!