Psalm Sunday: Psalm 44

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1 We have heard with our ears, O God, our fathers have told us, what work thou didst in their days, in the times of old.

2 How thou didst drive out the heathen with thy hand, and plantedst them; how thou didst afflict the people, and cast them out.

3 For they got not the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them: but thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, because thou hadst a favour unto them.

4 Thou art my King, O God: command deliverances for Jacob.

5 Through thee will we push down our enemies: through thy name will we tread them under that rise up against us.

6 For I will not trust in my bow, neither shall my sword save me.

7 But thou hast saved us from our enemies, and hast put them to shame that hated us.

8 In God we boast all the day long, and praise thy name for ever. Selah.

9 But thou hast cast off, and put us to shame; and goest not forth with our armies.

10 Thou makest us to turn back from the enemy: and they which hate us spoil for themselves.

11 Thou hast given us like sheep appointed for meat; and hast scattered us among the heathen.

12 Thou sellest thy people for nought, and dost not increase thy wealth by their price.

13 Thou makest us a reproach to our neighbours, a scorn and a derision to them that are round about us.

14 Thou makest us a byword among the heathen, a shaking of the head among the people.

15 My confusion is continually before me, and the shame of my face hath covered me,

16 For the voice of him that reproacheth and blasphemeth; by reason of the enemy and avenger.

17 All this is come upon us; yet have we not forgotten thee, neither have we dealt falsely in thy covenant.

18 Our heart is not turned back, neither have our steps declined from thy way;

19 Though thou hast sore broken us in the place of dragons, and covered us with the shadow of death.

20 If we have forgotten the name of our God, or stretched out our hands to a strange god;

21 Shall not God search this out? for he knoweth the secrets of the heart.

22 Yea, for thy sake are we killed all the day long; we are counted as sheep for the slaughter.

23 Awake, why sleepest thou, O Lord? arise, cast us not off for ever.

24 Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and forgettest our affliction and our oppression?

25 For our soul is bowed down to the dust: our belly cleaveth unto the earth.

26 Arise for our help, and redeem us for thy mercies’ sake.

In the first section, verses 1-3, the Psalmist thinks back about God’s past deliverances of Israel and acknowledges that those deliverances were indeed of God and not through their own strength. In the second section, verses 4-8, he acknowledges that he is even now trusting in God for deliverance, not in his own weapons or prowess. But in verses 9-16 he confesses that not only are they not experiencing deliverance, they are scorned and held in derision. He confesses his confusion and shame. Whatever true cause of this break, in verses 17-22 the psalmist feels it is not because of sin on their part; they have maintained their faith in God and not turned aside. And in the concluding verses he cries out in anguish to God for help.

What I love about this Psalm is that probably every Christian has felt this way at some point in time —  forsaken, forgotten by God. We know from other Scripture that God will not forsake us, and does not sleep, but it can sure feel that way when we are faced with the mystery of unanswered prayer.

Mary and Martha waited for several days for Christ to come and help Lazarus when he was sick, yet Jesus did not come until after Lazarus was dead and had been buried for days. The Israelites cried out to God for 400 years before He sent Moses to deliver them. Job was in anguish many days before God ministered to him and restored him. Sometimes God delays answering because of the exercise of faith that is needed. Sometimes, as in Mary and Martha’s case, He delays because there is a greater need and purpose involved than the one aspect they are concerned for. They wanted their brother restored to health: God wanted people to see His glory and see and trust in His power. Sometimes sin is the reason for unanswered prayer.

Whatever the reasons though, God wants us to grow in our faith and dependence on Him. We can encourage ourselves in His Word, in past history of His dealings in the lives of people in the Bible, in lives of people we know, and in our own lives. We acknowledge that we need His strength and deliverance, that our own can’t save us. We examine ourselves to make sure sin isn’t blocking God’s blessings. We cry out to Him in faith. And we wait for His perfect timing.

The LORD is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him.
It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD.
Lamentations 3:25-26

To read more thoughts on this Psalm or share your own, please visit Erica our hostess for Psalms Sundays, at Butterfly Kisses.

Deep Joy

From the September 8 reading of Joy and Peace compiled by Mary Wilder Tileston:

Sing unto the Lord, O ye saints of His, and give thanks at the remembrance of His holiness.
–PSALMS 30:4

GLAD with Thy light, and glowing with Thy love,
So let me ever speak and think and move
As fits a soul new-touched with life from heaven;
That seeks but so to order all her course
As most to show the glory of that Source
By whom alone her strength, her life are given.
–C. J. P. SPITTA

OUR Christianity is apt to be of a very “dutiful” kind. We mean to do our duty, we attend church and go to our communions. But our hearts are full of the difficulties, the hardships, the obstacles which the situation presents, and we go on our way sadly, downhearted and despondent. We need to learn that true Christianity is inseparable from deep joy; and the secret of that joy lies in a continual looking away from all else–away from sin and its ways, and from the manifold hindrances to the good we would do–up to God, His love, His purpose, His will. In proportion as we do look up to Him we shall rejoice, and in proportion as we rejoice in the Lord will our religion have tone and power and attractiveness.
–CHARLES GORE

Book Review: Summer by Karen Kingsbury

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Summer, by Karen Kingsbury, continues the story of the Baxter family begun something like ten books ago in the Redemption series (with Gary Smalley), continued through the Firstborn series, ending now with the Sunrise series. I believe there are two more books coming to finish out the Baxter saga.

Even with all of the past history, though, I think you could read any of the books or series and get much from them without having to start at the beginning. I think you’d get a lot more out of it by reading from the beginning, but you can get the gist of the pertinent background in each book enough to know what’s going on.

In this book, the storylines set up in the last book continue. Dayne, the A-list Hollywood actor, the oldest Baxter son who was just recently reunited with his birth family, married small town girl Katy Hart at the end of the last book. They are starring in a film together, but find it is not as idyllic as they thought it would be. Plus they agreed to let a reality show follow them around, thinking it would satisfy the public and keep the paparazzi at bay, but since these shows thrive on conflict, much is made of little incidents and innuendos are conjured up. So with all the other newlywed adjustments, Dayne and Katy have multiple other tensions to deal with.

Kari and Ashley are sisters who find out they are adding to their families at the same time, and to top it off, they are both expecting girls, and they dream of tea parties, first days of school, etc. But an ultrasound reveals a problem with one baby, resulting in stress and tension not only for both mothers, but for the whole Baxter family.

The Flannigan family has been intertwined with the Baxters in various ways, and daughter Bailey struggles with growing feelings for Cody, a troubled teen her parents took in to try to help who is now turning his life around, yet faces the tension of wondering how he feels, knowing she’s too young and her parents want them to just be friends, wondering if he is stable, knowing he is planning to go into the military, and probably Iraq, in a few short months.

Then there is tension brewing with the future of the Christian Kids Theater and patriarch John Baxter’s growing feelings for Elaine and his concerns about how his family might deal with his relationship.

Did you notice I used tension in every paragraph? This is probably one of the most tense novels I have read in a long time, but I believe it is one of Karen Kingsbury’s best. There are lighter moments throughout, of course. All of the storylines and characters and situations and struggles are very real and easily related to: even though most of us don’t know a Hollywood actor, we can empathize with the strain on Dayne’s marriage.

Though I don’t want to give away the outcome of any of it and spoil the story for those who haven’t read it, I have to say I really appreciated the way the pregnancy problems were handled, balancing praying and hoping for a miracle with preparing mentally, emotionally, and spiritually for the worst.

Saturday Photo Scavenger Hunt: Music

(Show and Tell folks, that post is below this one)


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We have photos of the boys at the piano for their recitals going back fifteen years to when Jeremy started when he was in third grade. Though it might be interesting to post a picture of each of them when they started and then at their senior recitals (for the older two) and last year for Jesse — it would probably look a little redundant and not be of interest to anyone but me. So I decided to use a different pictures. Jason, my middle son, is the only one who was interested in other musical instruments. He taught himself to play the penny whistle and ocarina and a little of the guitar. I do have a picture of him playing the ocarina, but it just looks like he has his mouth on a rock, so I won’t use that one. 🙂

This is a picture of only one of two times he payed the penny whistle in public.

Jason playing penny whistle

The penny whistle is used in a lot of Irish music, which we love, and they are playing an Irish hymn, Be Thou My Vision. The other couple was at our church for a missions conference and are now missionaries in Ireland. We knew the family of the young man when he was a little boy and we all went to the same church in another town, so that was a neat experience all the way around.

He also played at a senior concert, but that’s it. I had hoped he would go on and use these talents for the Lord, and he may yet some day. But for now he doesn’t like to “perform” in front of people. He just enjoys playing at home in his room, and we enjoy the sounds filtering through the walls. 🙂

Show and Tell Friday: Jason’s African souvenirs

show-and-tell.jpg 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.“

About 3 years ago, between my middle son, Jason’s, junior and senior year of high school, he had the opportunity to go with his youth pastor and some of the youth group from church on a mission trip to the country of Cameroon in West Africa. It was a wonderful experience for everyone who could go. They did various things to aid a couple of missionary families plus got in a little sight-seeing and souvenir buying at the markets. They saw missionary life first hand, and visiting another country is always enlightening on may levels.

I don’t feel I can post pictures of the team or missionaries or people of Africa since I don’t have their permission to do so. But I did want to show some of the souvenirs Jason brought back.

The carved box on the left was a gift to me, the little figurines on the right a gift to his dad.

Carved box and figurines

This is a side view of the carved box. I believe the figure is supposed to look like a jar or vase, but it looks to me a little like a cartoon assassin or Ninja. I’ve either watched too many cartoons or have a weird imagination. 🙂

Side view of carved box

These wooden utensils with zebras on top (a little too dark to make out, my apologies) were also a gift for me. I haven’t actually used them — I haven’t wanted to mess them up, plus not knowing what they were treated with, I wasn’t sure if it was safe. But I was at someone else’s home a while back who had similar ones and used them to serve salad, so I might do that some time.

Wooden spoons

I went up to Jason’s room to photograph some of the other things he brought back. These are hand-carved arrows. The airport security confiscated the bows, but not the arrows. Seems a little strange, doesn’t it?

Arrows

These are some knives in sheaths.

Knives

On the right is a handmade musical instrument (a little dusty right now, but Jason has played it some) and on the left is a small chess set. The wooden guy in the background didn’t come from Africa. 🙂

Chess set and musical instrument

A mask:

Mask

And a sword with a woven strap to carry it with. It’s not a sharp sword at all. I don’t know if it is just an item they sell tourists or if they use blunt blades like this for something. Since I am interested in crafts, though, especially usable ones, I thought the strap was neat.

Sword and holder

If you or your children ever have a chance to go on a mission trip, by all means, go, or let them go. Our youth pastor’s father is a physician’s assistant and a veteran missionary to Togo and went with the team. That made me feel a lot better as a mom, even if he did have to tell us about malaria and yellow fever and other such risks. But both because of his profession and experience I felt a lot more confident about the inoculations and medicines involved. Jason received six inoculations, plus everyone took medicine to ward off malaria. This man also was able to warn about what was safe and unsafe to eat in the markets and to plan for bringing bottled water and other provisions. Everyone stayed well except, I think, for a couple of minor tummy upsets. Jason did have some experience with uncontrolled shaking in his arms that at first they thought might have been due to dehydration, so they loaded him up with something like Gatorade. But our youth pastor’s father was reading up on altitude sickness when they came back and thinks that might have contributed to it. He hasn’t had any problems since he’s been back. Even with all the potential risks, though, I had to remind myself that missionaries went and took their small children without any major problems, and ultimately they were all in the Lord’s hands.

Even without such a person on the team, though, the missionaries you’re going to visit can tell you what you need to do and bring. Our group mostly got inoculations at the health department, and they were very helpful, too.

You can check out this week’s Show and Tell here, and while you’re over there at Kelli’s check out her new online publication, “Seasonal Delights.” It’s gorgeous and creative!

Book meme

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I saw this a while back at Jen’s, Susanne’s, and Alice’s (and maybe a few other places that I can’t remember). I’m always up for a good book meme, though it did take me a while to find the time to sit down and think through this one.

What are you reading right now?

The Princess Bride by Samuel Morgenstern, abridged by William Goldman, and Cassidy by Lori Wick.

Do you have any idea what you’ll read when you’re done with that?

Probably Spirit of the Rainforest: A Yanomamo Shaman’s Story by Mark Ritchie, recommended by Jungle Mom, or one of the others on my summer reading list on my sidebar.

What magazines do you have in your bathroom right now?

Family Fun, Romantic Homes, Frontline, (put out by the Fundamental Baptist Fellowship), Answers (put out by Answers in Genesis), Reader’s Digest.

What’s the worst thing you were ever forced to read?

I don’t remember if I was forced to read it, but I hated Lord of the Flies. I think I read it as a teen-ager.

What’s the one book you always recommend to just about everyone?

Besides the Bible, of course, I most often recommend Daily Light for the Daily Path (devotional book) and Climbing by Rosalind Goforth. Newer books I have recommended a lot in the past year are Queen of the Castle: 52 Weeks of Encouragement for the Uninspired, Domestically Challenged or Just Plain Tired Homemaker by Lynn Bowen Walker and The Restorer by Sharon Hinck. I’d recommend almost anything I’ve read, a lot of which you can find here.

Admit it, the librarians at your library know you on a first name basis, don’t they?

Not really. I read a lot of Christian fiction, but our library isn’t current with it, so I buy it and pass it on to my mother-in-law. Getting double duty out of books that way, plus frequent coupons, helps offset the cost. Now, when my kids were little and we went to the regular library programs for kids plus regularly checked out our own books, we knew the librarians pretty well.

Is there a book you absolutely love, but for some reason, people never think it sounds interesting, or maybe they read it and don’t like it at all?

Not that I remember specifically. I think some people don’t think they’d like the older missionary classics that I often refer to and quote from because of the older language and situations, but I would hope they’d give them a chance.

Do you read books while you do other things?

Sometimes. Funny, the Booking Through Thursday question today asked the same thing. I always take a book with me when I have any kind of a waiting time and when traveling. I keep a book in each bathroom. 🙂 If I am really into an exciting part in a book I will have it in the kitchen with me and read in between tasks while preparing dinner. Sometimes I’ll read while someone else is watching TV.

When you were little, did other children tease you about your reading habits?

No — it wasn’t really thought odd. Reading was strongly promoted at my elementary school.

What’s the last thing you stayed up half the night reading because it was so good you couldn’t put it down?

Usually if I read in the evenings I get sleepy. I do remember staying up pretty late not too long ago because I didn’t want to put the book I was in down — but I don’t remember what it was.

Let me know if you do this and I’ll come and read your answers.

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Bloggy love

Janeen at Our Story gave me the “I Love Your Blog” award:

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How totally sweet! It is a joy to know that someone enjoys my blog!

It’s really hard to know who to pass this on to, though, because I enjoy all the blogs I read. But to try to narrow it down, I want to pass this on to:

Barb at A Chelsea Morning. Who doesn’t love Barb’s blog? She’ll probably get a ton of these, but she deserves them 🙂 I love the food and craft tutorials and the chats about everyday life, but mostly I love Barb’s sweet spirit.

Dawn at 4:53am. I first found Dawn as a link from someone’s else’s blog related to crafting. Though I originally subscribed to her blog for the crafts, I enjoy the whole thing. I enjoy her creativity and photography and the fact that she is a Christian and often makes reference to Scripture.

“Lizzie” at A Dusty Frame. Lizzie’s husband is in prison and this blog is primarily about lessons the Lord is teaching her and her husband through this experience. Though this is hard on them both, and their son, I have been blessed by reading about them and inspired by the times “Lizzie” has been cast on the Lord alone for help and seen Him answer. There’s great depth and reality to her posts.

Jenny at Everyday is a Holiday. I’ve linked to the craft and decorating eye candy there many times. When I need to feast on something beautiful or want to be inspired creatively, I know I can find what I need here.

Kelli at There’s No Place Like Home. I love visiting Kelli’s warm and homey nook.

Rita at The Jungle Hut. Rita and her family were missionaries to Venezuela but had to leave. They are getting ready for a new field in Paraguay after a year’s furlough. I’ve enjoyed Rita’s humor, glimpses of her family, and insight into what has been going on in Venezuela that doesn’t make the news.

I think I will stop there, though, as I mentioned, I could probably list all the 100 or so blogs I’m subscribed to on Bloglines. There is something I love about each one.

Booking Through Thursday: Goldilocks

btt2.jpg The Booking Through Thursday question for this week is:

Okay, so the other day, a friend was commenting on my monthly reading list and asked when I found the time to read. In the ensuing discussion, she described herself as a “goldilocks” when it comes to reading–she needs to have everything juuuuuust right to be able to focus. This caught my attention because, first, I thought that was a charming way of describing the condition, but, two, while we’ve talked about our reading habits, this is an interesting wrinkle. I’d never really thought about it that way.

So, this is my question to you–are you a Goldilocks kind of reader?
Do you need the light just right, the background noise just so loud but not too loud, the chair just right, the distractions at a minimum?

Or can you open a book at any time and dip right in, whether it’s for twenty seconds, while waiting for the kettle to boil, or indefinitely, like while waiting interminably at the hospital–as long as the book is open in front of your nose, you’re happy to read?

I’m more of a “Goldilocks” reader with non-fiction: I’m less able to concentrate or get anything out of it if there are distractions. But most fiction “grabs” me enough that I can read it in different conditions and with a certain amount of background noise. That’s one reason I love to bring a book to waiting rooms and such: reading is not only a pleasant way to pass the time, but it distracts me and helps me not to feel as nervous.

I think I might be out of style….

In the mall recently I was excited to see a new store with clothing in my size until I neared the window and saw that everything was red and black.

I’m not into wearing red and black.

Even the catalogs I usually order from have not had much of anything to interest me lately. My husband probably doesn’t mind that as it saves money. 🙂 It’s a good thing I have plenty of clothes at the moment — I’d be pretty frustrated if I needed something right now.

Even in the realm of fabrics and home decorating I can’t find much in the colors and styles I like. Recently I was thinking about adding a little round table in the living room to coordinate with this one…

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…but I couldn’t find any kind of pink tablecloth. I’ve been looking for pinkish table linens, too, but can’t find anything. Most of what I can find is either very dark or white or off-white.

I don’t know quite how I’d define what my decorating style is. I used to say it was somewhere between country and Victorian. Pure country is too rustic for me, pure Victorian too fussy. In the past years I’ve heard about cottage style, shabby chic, and romantic style. I like elements of those. Probably what I really love is what the older Romantic Homes magazine used to feature, samples of which are here: the newer issues under a new editor are even getting away from that look. It can be overdone, of course, but I still like the pinks and whites and roses.  I can find a lot of that on online shops, but at great expense. There’s nothing on the Wal-Mart affordability level. Target does have Shabby Chic line, and while I like the overall look, the specific pieces don’t fit with my things.

Part of the fun of those kinds of styles is the freedom to create your own look and do your own thing. I just wish I could find more elements to create and do with.

I do dislike the way the whole industry of clothing and home decorating decides certain colors are “in.” I remember walking into a department store several years ago and seeing the entire clothing section in moss greens, mustard yellows, and rusts. I like those colors in nature, but not on my body. Whatever happened to diversity, allowing for different tastes and styles and colors?

I’m not too worried about whether I’m “in” or not, but maybe I’ll just have to sit tight until pink comes back into style to find things I like a little more easily. In the meantime maybe I’ll hunt around on ebay….