Archive for May, 2007
Someone on a forum I’m on asked what our favorite passages of scripture are. I have a few that have meant a lot to me lately, so I thought I’d share here too.
“For we are to God the fragrance of Christ among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing.”
“That Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the width and length and depth and height— to know the love of Christ which passes knowledge; that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.”
This has been a favorite since the Lord showed me in a mighty way a few years ago how full and unconditional His love really is. I wrote a song based on this passage.
“Though the fig tree may not blossom,
Nor fruit be on the vines;
Though the labor of the olive may fail,
And the fields yield no food;
Though the flock may be cut off from the fold,
And there be no herd in the stalls—
18 Yet I will rejoice in the LORD,
I will joy in the God of my salvation.
19 The LORD God [c] is my strength;
He will make my feet like deer’s feet,
And He will make me walk on my high hills.”
This one is special to me just because of what I’ve been going through in life right now. It helps me to remember where my strength comes from and that even all of this stuff is not going right, YET I am to rejoice in him.
“And not only that, but we also glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation produces perseverance; and perseverance, character; and character, hope. Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us.”
Of course, I already blogged on this one here. But it’s still a favorite, because I’m still living it!
“He will sit as a refiner and a purifier of silver…”
“You turned my wailing into dancing;
you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
that my heart may sing to you and not be silent.
O LORD my God, I will give you thanks forever.”
… because I know I won’t be in this tough place forever.
So do you have favorites? What are they and why?
So tonight the man went to a co-worker’s birthday bash and I decided to stay home and nurse my sore throat/achy body. I also took the opportunity to learn a new jewelry skill! The art of chain maille is ancient and
frustrating beautiful. It’s done by weaving little bitty rings together in a certain pattern. There are as many patterns to choose from as there are stars in the sky. Ok, so maybe not THAT many… but more than I could ever learn.
I decided to try one out. Of course, anytime I try something new with wire, I have to try it on my copper wire first because the sterling is so much more expensive. If I mess up with the copper, it’s no big deal. If I mess up with the sterling, that kinda hurts! (Of course, messing up with the copper tonight hurt too, since I sliced my finger open… but that’s neither here nor there.)
So here it is… a pair of earrings with a mother of pearl focal hanging from a chain maille weave. (Click for slightly larger photos.) I’m not entirely happy with it and might later on destroy it and use the mother of pearl pieces for something I like better. But for now, I’m happy and proud because I learned something new and (said in as corny a voice as I can muster) I’ve got maille!
Once upon a time a fellow blogger and I (you KNOW who you are… *giggle*) talked about starting a new blog where we’d choose products to review and then blog about them. Somehow that never happened (yet! Are you still with me??) but once in a while I come across something I love love love and feel the need to share that love love love with you you you. (Wow, that was annoying. Sorry, sometimes I just can’t help myself.)
A few weeks ago, mom and I were at World Market and I picked up a tin of some tea made by The Republic of Tea. I have tried a few of their flavors already and liked them, but this one jumped out at me particularly because of what it supports.
The Republic of Tea donates a portion of profits to the Susan G Komen Breast Cancer Foundation for every tin of their Pink Grapefruit Green Tea it sells. Sure, 75 cents may not sound like much, but every little bit helps and to date, The Republic of Tea has donated over $550,000 to the Foundation through their Sip for the Cure program. Wow, that gets me all teary eyed. Since we just lost my granny to breast cancer, and I adore tea, I couldn’t say no. I paid about $9 for my tin, which sounds pretty steep. However, the tin has 50 unbleached bags, so it’s not too bad a deal.
I must say that not only does this tea support a good cause, it supports good flavor as well! The first sip I took, I thought, “hmm… this is alright.” But the more I drank it, the more I loved it. I found a healthy light flavor (it’s not bitter, like some green teas can be) with just the perfect hint of grapefruit. I honestly never thought grapefruit flavored tea could be good, but this really is.
I was drinking it last weekend while the man and I were watching a movie. I couldn’t stop drinking it, and we all know what that leads too. Poor hubby had to keep pausing the movie. *grin*
So if you like tea, and more specifically like green tea, go out and give this one a try! Maybe you you you will love love love it too.
3. “Maybe it will happen if it’s God’s will…” For people who don’t believe, it sounds crazy and downright mean. For those of us that do, it’s just plain painful. Yes, I believe in the will of God and it’s in His control. That, strangely, does not offer comfort. It really just reminds me of the fact that the Lord doesn’t always truly give us the desires of our hearts (or at least not always in the ways we hoped and planned). Don’t presume to know His will for my life, please. Thanks!
4. Any other Christian cliches, for that matter. “It’s in His hands” “It will happen in His time” “Give it to Him” and on and on and on. I’m not a Christian cliche type of gal, obviously. If you want to offer religious comfort, pray with me and for me.
5. “Is your husband avoiding ______, ______, and ______? (Insert heat producing clothing items, activities, or possible fertility impairing consumables of your choice.)” Would you like to come over and make sure our house isn’t baby-making-proof? And is it really your business what my husband wears under his pants?!
7. “If you would not have used birth control when you first got married, you wouldn’t be having this problem now.” I have no nice words to say about this one, and I hate birth control. It’s nice how people that hardly know you love to diagnose your issues, whether they be physical or even supposedly spiritual. (As if God really punishes someone for using the evil hormonal pills by withholding the blessing of a child from them. Yes, people really believe this. I know… wow.)
8. “It might be because of your weight.” or “Maybe if you just lose/gain xx pounds, that will help!” It doesn’t matter if you’re skinny or fat, people love to ask if your struggles are because of it, one way or another. Unless you’re my doctor or nutritional counselor, just don’t go there.
*This is not directed at any one person.
If you have said these things to me or anyone else, just check yourself and move on with a resolution to do better next time. For those of you who are my close friends and closest relatives, you know that you are exempt from (some of) this list.
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“If you spend half an hour trying to perfect a blog post about how much you love your big, ugly mole…. youuuuuu might be a redneck.”
I have a doctor’s appointment coming up on Tuesday. I haven’t had a regular old checkup in, oh, well it’s been so long I can’t even remember. It’s no secret… I’m not a big fan of the doctors unless I’m sick. I only take medicine when it’s absolutely necessary (or I’m getting a migraine, which if you’ve ever had one – or been near someone who had one and you realized your life was on the line if you stepped too close – you know that’s pretty necessary!). But it’s time I guess, and I need one of those well women’s exams (which I’ve been avoiding because the last one I had a few years ago left me feeling like I had been violated and traumatized me so badly I haven’t had one since) and I haven’t built a relationship with our family doctor yet, so *sigh* off I go.
The main reason I’m going, however, is because I have some moles that are suspicious and scary. I’ve been avoiding them for years now, but I read an article on melanoma the other day and it got my rear into gear. I have two that have me worried. One HUGE one on my leg and one small one on my belly. The huge one is worrisome just because it’s huge and apparently that’s bad. The one on my belly is small, but has changed colors (from a nice honey brown to a pale tan/pinkish with a nice honey brown ring on the outside of half of it – just thought you’d enjoy the visual!) and apparently that’s really bad.
The huge one on my leg is so huge it has its own freckles. Shoot, it probably has its own zip code. Got mail, mole? I’m thinking it will have to be removed. I’m thinking the small one will definitely be removed, so they can test it and make sure it’s not going to kill me. But the big one, even if it isn’t cancerous now, I guess is a risk and will probably have to go. I’m a little saddened by this. Huh? Losing a big, ugly mole is sad? Maybe I should back up. I’ve had this thing for as long as I can remember. Mom says I wasn’t born with it, but I got it really soon after I was born. I’ve always called it my “birth mark” anyway, because, well, it’s close enough and “birth mark” sounds SO much better than “ugly mole the size of your rear end”. Granny tried to wipe it off of me one day because she thought it was chocolate. *giggle* Too bad she wasn’t right! Chocolate is always good, whether it be on the leg or in the mouth. So anyway, I’ve had this thing forever, and I guess my childhood doctors were never concerned enough about it to remove it. If I could go back in time, and talk to them about it, I’d demand they remove it. It has given me nothing but grief!
I never felt pretty growing up. I was the only stick skinny, short, fair skinned, freckled faced redhead within a 200 mile radius and that combined with crooked teeth (which I still have, btw) and huge glasses (which I DON’T still have, btw) and being the “smart one” in my small private school made me feel like a freak. I was teased and never liked how I looked. The “birth mark” didn’t help that at all. Plus, my mom used it as some weird marker to determine how short my shorts could be. If they were too much shorter than the mole, they were a no go! Maybe I should market that idea… “Need to teach your child modesty? Buy them a Texas-sized mole!” Sounds like a solid business plan, no?
So back to the feeling not pretty. The first time I felt even remotely attractive was when I met my first boyfriend, at age 17. Until he dumped me, he made me feel beautiful. I’ll never forget him telling me how beautiful I was, (and he SPECIFICALLY mentioned my red hair – which was huge to me since I hated it so much back then) because it was the first time someone confirmed what my parents had been telling me all along – I was indeed pretty no matter how my idiot stuck up “friends” made me feel. It wasn’t until we got out of that horrid little town and I went to college that I really started to appreciate how God made me and accept what I had and had not. Including the mole. Now, even though it is still ugly and still huge (and even though I no longer use it to determine the modesty of my clothes *giggle*) it’s a part of me and I have learned to accept me, mole and all. So I’m a little sad to see it go. I’ve come to embrace it and even enjoy it for its uniqueness. The crooked teeth I’d love to change, but the mole? As much as I thought I’d jump at the chance to remove it, I really think I wouldn’t mind keeping it… provided it won’t kill me. But alas, I’m sure it will be removed. It’s too much of a future risk if it isn’t dangerous already.
If you’d like to remember me and my mole for our doctor appointment on Tuesday, prayers would be appreciated. The little multi-colored one really has me worried. Plus, I’m not looking forward to having ANY part of me cut off, whether I’ve come to embrace it or not. lol
You remember the copper heart set I made a couple of weeks ago? Well, someone ordered it in sterling, so I thought I’d snap a photo and share before it’s gone today. :o) Personally, I think I prefer the copper! Not only is the copper easier to work with, it stands out more. I do think the sterling would be fabulous with a colored stone though, such as jade, aventurine, RED jade (oooh… ok, I’m making myself one with those), turquoise, or even some kind of jasper. Anything that will stand out. The clear beads sort of get lost.
I learned a few things by making this sterling set. One, thick guages of sterling silver wire are great for making your hands sore. Two, I’m selling this set for WAY too little and my price will definitely go up when it’s offered on our website. Three, electrical tape on the pliers works great for preventing tool marks for a little while, but then it just gets gummy. And four, don’t try to learn your new hammer and anvil on a new and not yet perfected product. lol
Ok, now that it’s all done and ready to go, and I have stayed up all night… I’m going to bed.
I bought it the day my granny passed away… which happened to be earth day as well. We also planted a mandarin orange tree in the back yard that day. I’m not entirely sure why I chose that day to work on a garden, but my granny always loved plants and this seemed like a nice way to honor life. I think I’d have 10 of these bushes if I knew where to put them. I adore them.
So you think I’m itty bitty, huh? Yeah, I guess I am. I’m just barely 5 ft tall and weigh quite a bit less than 100 lbs. I’m tiiiiny and always have been. Or have I?
I was actually a big baby!! 8 lbs, 7 oz and 21 inches long. I was also two weeks late. My poor momma. I don’t think I’ve stopped tormenting her since then. ;o)
Here’s itty bitty me back when I was chubby wubby!
This must have been the start of my singing career:
Awww… doesn’t this one just make you want to smell my little head? I want to smell my little head. Is that a marker for some weird psychological issue?
Happy baby!!! :o)
Here it’s obvious that I was planning world domination with my diabolical cuteness. Good Lord, did you know they made carpet to match my hair?!
I just wanted to say that even in the face of all I haven’t been blessed with, I am truly blessed by what I do have… namely, my husband.
He’s so wonderful and I love him dearly.*
Thank you Lord, for bringing him into my life.
And thank you honey, for choosing to share it with me.
*Plus, he’s such a cutie! ;o)