Time Travel Tuesday: 21 years old edition

My Life as Annie hosts the weekly Time Travel Tuesday and her topic this week is:

You’re 21.
What’s going on in your life?
Who are you spending most of your time with?
What’s favorite things to do? eat? hobby?

I actually had to do the math — 29 years ago today I turned 21. 🙂

Right at the first of that year Jim and I had been seeing each other but I wasn’t sure about making a commitment. We did talk and write through the summer (he was in Idaho; I was in Texas). We went back to college in SC in the fall and were engaged that next spring. 🙂 So I was spending most of my time with him.

I was 21 during my first senior year of college (I crammed four years into five, as the saying goes, and had two senior years). I don’t remember many other specifics — college life was very busy with little time for hobbies. I worked in the library during the school year. The summer I turned 21 I was baby-sitting my siblings; the following summer that finished out my 21st year I was working with my mom in the bookkeeping department of the bank where she worked and planning my wedding.

I don’t remember what my favorite things to eat were: probably pizza and ice cream. 🙂

No judgment?

Our local newspaper has a couple of “faith-based”pages every Saturday, with a question and answer column, a few articles, church announcements, etc. It’s very much a mixed bag, but every now and then there is something good and Biblically-based in it.

The Q&A column yesterday contained a note from a lady saying she had heard that God judged people for their sins and she thought that was pretty unloving. The preacher answered as most people I know would have, that God is righteous and holy and therefore cannot tolerate sin, but He is also loving and merciful and provided for forgiveness by sending His only begotten son, the Lord Jesus Christ, so that if we believe on Him our sins can be forgiven and we can have a home in heaven with Him when we die.

But my mind ran for a little while with the implications of her comment. She seemed almost offended that God would judge sin. I wonder if she has the same problem with the librarian charging her a fine when she returns an overdue book (I was a college librarian for four years, and people do have problems with that!) or the policeman when he gives her a speeding ticket. I wonder if she would have the same problem with the drunk driver or the child molester or the murderer being judged? Ah, that’s a different story, isn’t it? When someone commits a “really big” sin, or when someone sins against us, we want them to be judged and to be made to make it right or pay for it. But our little paltry sins, well, we had good reasons for those, and who has the right to judge us, anyway?

Do we not see the inconsistency there?

Think what a world without judges would be like. No one to say anything was wrong, no consequences for doing wrong against another. Everyone doing what was right in his own eyes. Have you ever had someone do something he thought was right that impacted you in a way that you didn’t feel was right? What confusion and anarchy there would be. I wouldn’t want to live in a place like that.

I’ve been somewhat alarmed by the trend I see in parenting these days on not dealing with a child’s wrongdoing but rather handling everything in a positive light. Sure, parenting shouldn’t be all negativity, and there are times when a positive approach may be best. But a child who is never brought to face the fact that he has done wrong will be crippled for life. Imagine how all his relationships will be impacted if he can never admit that he has done wrong and apologize for it? One of our children used to have a really hard time agreeing that he had done wrong, and we had to emphasize to him time and time again that admitting wrong-doing is the first step in making things right. Proverbs 28:13 says, “He that covereth his sins shall not prosper: but whoso confesseth and forsaketh them shall have mercy.” Sure, it’s not pleasant to admit we’ve done wrong. “Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby” (Hebrews 12:11). One of the hardest things in the world is to have to go and tell someone that you have wronged them and you’re sorry. But besides that exercise helping you to make things right with that person, it also helps motivate you to do right so you don’t have to go through that experience again. I’ve gotten one speeding ticket in my life, but I almost automatically slow down every time I am on the stretch of road where I got it because I don’t want to repeat the experience.

Is it unloving to judge sin? Isn’t the opposite true? If someone is intoxicated, wouldn’t it be the loving thing to take him home or call a cab rather than let him drive as a danger to himself and others? Would a parent really be loving a child to let him hit others or steal candy from the store and make excuses for him, confirming and justifying in him that behavior and therefore reinforcing it? It can be the most loving action ever taken to let someone know that what they are doing is wrong and that it needs to be faced and dealt with.

The woman’s comment about God’s judging sin has even further implications, though, as if she thought He had no right to judge sin.

We accept the fact that a store owner, message board owner, school administrator and board, etc. all have the authority to make the rules about how people act in their establishments. If a student defied the rules and was expelled, we wouldn’t look on the principal of the school as unloving. Why do people look at God that way? Perhaps they don’t recognize that He has the authority to make the rules?

He’s the Creator, the God of the universe. That in itself gives Him the right to make the rules. But because He made people in His own image, and because He is righteous and holy and good, He knows how best how we should live.

The problem boils down to our own pride. We don’t want anyone to tell us what to do or even suggest, much less judge, what we’re doing as wrong simply because it is what we want do to.

In Isaiah 57:15, God says, “For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.”

To be right with God, to dwell with Him, one of the first things we have to do is humble ourselves and be contrite over our sin. He is abundantly willing to forgive and has made every provision to do so, be He can’t grant that forgiveness until we admit we’ve sinned in the first place.

The melting point

The following is from Amy Carmichael of Dohnavur by Frank Houghton.

When the children of Dohnavur were really difficult, Amma [Amy)] sometimes told them of a day when she sorely grieved her mother.

I had been very willful and, as you know, the will of a child can be like steel. My mother did not know what to do with me, for I would not give in, and was not at all sorry. So at last she set me upon a green ottoman which was at the foot of the bed, and, perhaps to give me time to think, she said. “I am going out now.” Then she put on her bonnet.

And as she tied the ribbons of her bonnet I watched her hands moving in the dressing-table looking-glass. The table was across the corner of the room opposite the ottoman, so that when she stood with her back to me I could see her reflected in the mirror. And then I found myself looking not at her hands tying on the bonnet, but at her face.

Suddenly something melted inside me. In one moment I was in her arms, soft and sorry and wanting to be good. It was the look on her face, such a grieved look, that was too much for me.

And often since then I have thought that if when we sin we could see the face of the Saviour as in a mirror, we should never have the heart to grieve Him again.

Saturday Photo Scavenger Hunt: Two


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I couldn’t come up with anything terribly creative this week. I did see a house number of 222 today — but I would have felt a little awkward taking a picture of someone’s house number and having them wonder what in the world I was doing 🙂

My husband likes to collect these:

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I always thought Thomas Jefferson looked a bit like Buddy Ebsen here.

Show and Tell Friday: Aunt Dot’s bedspread

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.“

Some of you know that I have lamented about not having any heirlooms passed down through the family. Well, a few months ago I was talking to my aunt on the phone, and she asked me if I would like to have a bedspread crocheted by my great Aunt Dorothy (or Dot), who was my mom’s namesake. Naturally I said yes, I’d love it. Then I forgot about it. But it arrived last Friday!

I tried to drape it fetchingly over the sofa, but it was too big and heavy to drape. 🙂

Aunt Dot's bedspread

I think it is at least a full sized bedspread, possibly a queen sized (I just took it out of the vacuum-sealed bag it was in tonight, and my husband is occupying our bed, so I don’t think I ought to toss it on to check the size just now. 🙂 ) It’s at least 30 years old, probably much older. My aunt said in the years since she has had it, she’s tossed it in the washer several times. I’m amazed at the great condition it is in.

I love to think of my great Aunt Dot crocheting this with her own hands and lovingly passing it down.

I do remember my Aunt Dot. She and her sister, my Aunt Ruth, were very close and I always seem to remember them as a pair. They always gave the nicest gifts when I was a child. I remember when I graduated from high school I felt awkward about sending an invitation because I hadn’t been in contact with them for a while and didn’t want it to seem like I was just sending a veiled request for a present — but when they didn’t get an announcement, they scolded. I don’t remember how long ago she passed away, though she passed on several years before Ruth.

I am not sure yet whether I will use this or keep it put away for a while. I’ve avoided solid light-colored things in home furnishings with three boys in the house (who am I kidding — I tend to stain things as much as anyone else…). And they’re old enough now that they don’t even come into our room much. I do need a new bedspread, and I can just picture this with something pink underneath peeking through. I do have a quilt rack someone gave us which is stored in the attic because we didn’t have anything to put on it. I’ll have to mull that over. But I am very glad to have this in itself, but especially because it is a connection to my past.

Just chatting

Jesse starts school tomorrow, and he and I have been trying to get up in the mornings closer to our school-schedule time rather than our later summertime non-schedule. I’m already ready for a nap. I’m not having many coherent, much less deep thoughts this morning.

Jason comes home from CA on Saturday!

This time of year is birthday season for our family with Jason’s in July, mine and Jeremy’s in August, and Jesse’s in September. But Jason wanted to wait to celebrate his til he got home, and Jeremy wanted to wait to celebrate his til Jason got home, and mine falls naturally next week, anyway, so we’re celebrating three birthdays in one week!

We almost always celebrate birthdays as a family on the actual birthday, even if there is a party with friends some other time. So even though Jeremy wanted to wait til Jason got here to celebrate his birthday, it seemed a little sad to not to anything on the actual day. So yesterday we went out to lunch at the restaurant of his choice. Then I ordered a decorated chocolate chip cookie cake to take to a church fellowship last night.

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I had to scrape the icing off my slice — those things are so sweet and rich!

In addition to all the birthdays, we’re having out of town company. Jason’s very special friend of the female variety is coming up before school starts. They are not calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend — they’re still just getting to know each other. I don’t want to say too much — I don’t know if either of them reads my blog and don’t want to embarrass them or violate their privacy.

But from now through next week will be busy. I have to finish birthday shopping. I almost have Jeremy’s done. Jason didn’t give me many ideas besides gift cards, and that’s fine if that’s what he wants, but it’s nice to have something besides that to unwrap. Then there’s regular cleaning, shopping, etc., plus getting Jesse ready to go back to school, plus cleaning Jason’s room, which has been collecting dust all summer (and getting the stuff set aside to give to Salvation Army off of his bed, where I’ve been putting things as I sorted them all summer), plus all those extra things you want to do when company comes…

So posting may be a little light the next few days. 🙂

I had wanted to get the family room curtains done before company came — I finally got the fabric I liked, the pattern, and the lining (I agonize over most of the decision-making steps involved!) I took the fabric to the dry cleaners because you should always clean fabric in whatever method will be used on the finished product so that it doesn’t shrink after it’s made. But the girl there didn’t know if they did that, so I am supposed to call the manager this morning. I spent an afternoon searching for trim at several outlet places within a half-hour away, but couldn’t find anything that “fit” exactly (more agonizing decisions!), plus the cheapest was $4 a yard — and I need 11 yards for the curtains plus a couple of pillows. I already put a bit more money into the fabric than what I originally thought….so, I don’t know, I make make them without trim. There are a few more places to check out, but I decided I should probably put that back on the back burner and get these other things done. It’s probably more important to dust and vacuum and clean the awful burner pans on the stove than get curtains up at this point.

I’ve been needing to go to the dentist for ages. Sunday morning a filling that has been chipping off lost a good-sized piece and left a ragged edge on one tooth, which has caused a little blister on the side of my tongue. I really would rather wait to deal with this til after next week!! But I may need to see if I can get in before that. Augh. I just hate dental appointments (no offense to our very nice dentist).

My sweet bloggy friend Alice gave me this very nice award for being, as she said, “such a godly Christian woman”:

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That is such a blessing and so encouraging, in one sense, that anyone would see me that way, but humbling also because I know I am so far from what I ought to be. Thank you, Alice! I’ll be thinking about who to pass this on to. In one sense I could give it to everyone on my blogroll. 🙂 But I know it’s not meant to be used quite that way. I did want to go ahead and acknowledge Alice’s generous gift, though.

On another note, there is a situation in our extended family that I can’t make public, but if you feel so led, I’d appreciate your prayers that this would work out to God’s glory and the best of all involved and for God’s wisdom to know what our actions should be. Thanks!

I’m off now to work on that to-do list…

Booking Through Thursday: Monogamy

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

One book at a time? Or more than one? If more, are they different types/genres? Or similar?
(We’re talking recreational reading, here—books for work or school don’t really count since they’re not optional.)

Quite often I’m reading through a couple of books at a time — one in each bathroom. 😳 🙂

If I am reading a non-fiction book, I almost always have a fiction book on hand, too. It takes a different mindset to read non-fiction and it’s not something I read to relax like I do with fiction.

If I am reading a classic I often have a lighter work of fiction on hand as well.

I’m almost always in the midst of some Christian fiction book.

Sometimes I’ll also make my way through a third book if I am incorporating one into my daily quiet time of Bible reading and prayer.

Happy Birthday, Jeremy!

Jeremy turns 23 today!

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Happy Birthday to my firstborn!

 

And thou…my son, know thou the God of thy father, and serve him with a perfect heart and with a willing mind…
I Chronicles 28:9a

Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee.
Psalm 143:8

Works-For-Me Wednesday: Medicine Bag

wfmwheader_4.jpgWhen we travel by air or car, we always pack toiletries and medicines in an overnight case. But with either means of transportation, that case isn’t always easy to get to. So on one trip, I put some tablets of the most-often used medicines (for us, ibuprofen, Tums, Lact-aid, Claritin, Pepto-Bismol caplets, and a few more) in snack-sized resealable plastic bags, and then put all of those into a sandwich sized bag and put it in my purse for easy access. I ended up never taking it out. It was so handy to have certain medicines available right at hand when needed.

You could probably combine some in the same bag if they aren’t powdery. If, like us, you buy a lot of generics, you might want to label each bag with a label-maker (or even masking tape or blank address label — whatever you have on hand) because the generics are sometimes harder to recognize.

If you wanted it to look nicer, you could put it in a cosmetic bag.

If you only use a few medicines regularly, you could put some of each in one of those plastic day-of-the-week pill sorters.

Another quick tip: if you fly, you probably want to keep prescription medicines with you rather than in your checked luggage in case your suitcase ends up taking a different route. 🙂

As always, you can find a wealth of great tips and add you own at the site of our WFMW hostess, Shannon at Rocks In My Dryer.

Bathroom renovation

Tackle It Tuesday Meme

This isn’t my tackle — my husband and oldest and youngest sons have done all the work. I’ve just been a consultant and encourager. 🙂

We’ve been needing to redo our shower for a long time. The tiles kept coming a little loose, though my husband had reapplied grout several times, and water had gotten behind the tiles enough to warp the shower walls. This close-up shows it a little bit.

Tile coming apart

I really don’t like tile anyway. We constantly have to battle mildew in this bathroom, and it tended to settle in the grout easily. Plus I didn’t like the color of the tile here. We wouldn’t have redone it just for those reasons, but I was glad to have the opportunity to change it.

So here’s the “before” picture:

Removing the old tiles:

Shower redo

Yuck!

I didn’t take a picture of the most disheartening part. After getting the tile off, Jim saw the sheetrock behind it was water-damaged and needing to be removed, but he was expecting that. But the insulation behind that was wet and a couple of joists were rotted. It looked really awful at that point. Thankfully Jim know how to take care of those things. This is the end of Day 1:

End of Day 1

This was the debris taken from the bathroom: old tile, wet insulation, etc. They took all of this to the dump.

Debris

The next day they began putting the shower surround in.

Applying glue and shower surround

This is the end of stage 1, the shower ready to use:

Shower-ready

I like it!!

As you can tell, the wall above it isn’t finished. The shower surround is shorter and not as deep as the tiled shower was. We talked about trying to patch up the wallpaper but decided to remove it instead. That room gets so humid, even with a fan, and some corners and seams were peeling anyway. That’s what the boys are working on this week while Jim is at work.

Wallpaper removal

I need to go look at paint colors and maybe a border or stencil this week. We’re hoping to have it all done before out of town company comes a week from today. 🙂

This is in the category of “You don’t get everything you want while renovating” — unless you have a lot of time and money — or the Extreme Makeover: Home Improvement people are doing your renovations.

Old faucet

We had wanted to replace the old faucet. It was still functional, but it was chipped and pockmarked. But when Jim took it off and took it to Home Depot to compare, there were no other faucets with the configuration in the back that was the same. Jim felt he didn’t know enough about plumbing to cut and redo the piping, and to call a plumber in would have added a lot more cost and time. He had already taken off a couple of days to work on this, so he’d lose that window of time if we had to bring a plumber in, and we had to get the faucet figured out before we could do anything else. So we decided to keep this one. He filled in the holes and tried to paint the chipped panel with chrome paint, but he said it looked worse, so he took it off. He was able to take the knob apart and clean it thoroughly — some mildew had gotten in where it couldn’t be reached — so it looks much better now. We might get a little soap dish to cover up the chipped part, even though we don’t really use that shelf for soap.

We were without use of the shower for two days. The first day, the boys just went without, Jim washed his hair in the kitchen sink, and I washed my hair there, too, and had a little “sponge bath” in the bathroom. The next day was Sunday, and of course, we were wanting to shower before going to church. Jim had “points” for a certain hotel (kind of like frequent flyer miles, accumulated during business trips), so we rented a room for the night, and Jim and I took showers then. The boys went swimming in the hotel pool for a bit. Jim and I like our own bed, so we came home to sleep, but let the boys have the adventure of staying in the hotel overnight. They had showers the next morning and we joined them for the hotel breakfast, so it was a nice little treat. I was so glad for a real shower after just one day of missing one. I remembered one of our missionary friends to a primitive jungle area talking about the only place for bathing being the river, and, since the people were so curious about everything they did, they came out to the river with them (along with watching them eat and almost every other aspect of their lives). So they kept their clothes on and soaped up underneath. 🙂 I’m sure after a while they probably rigged up something, and the people got more used to them and didn’t watch every move. But remembering that did make me appreciate how easily we can get clean in this country.

By next week I hope to have pictures of the finished room!