Three Things Thursday

Three random things on a Thursday...
1.  "I said, hey,you know, breakdowns come and breakdowns go. So what are you going to do about it, that's what I'd like to know..."  Paul Simon, Gumboots  (from Graceland), 1986.
Breakdowns.  Computers.  Dishwasher.  Car radio.  Ice maker.  I'm thankful for my husband and duct tape.

2.  Shots from the ESL (English as a Second Language) Thanksgiving dinner.  Oh what a sweet time!  The 100 or so folks that we expected, little by little as internationals are known to do, and a providential amount of food to feed them all.  Hero volunteers.  Gracious hospitality.  Cute kids.  A glimpse of Eternity today.

(photo credits to my personal photog, my k)

3. One of my all-time favorite candy, Zots, now available at the checkout line of a nearby grocery store.  Fizzy fruity goodness.  It's the little things, you know... 

Blessings!

Grin of the Day

(credit to Pickles by Brian Crane)

Some People

We read this poem in school yesterday.  The kids told me that I shouldn't put it on the blog because it might offend people.  I'm putting it on the blog because I like it, not to make a specific statement.

I do enjoy Rachel Field...

Some People
Isn't it strange some people make
You feel so tired inside,
Your thoughts begin to shrivel up
Like leaves all brown and dried!

But when you're with some other ones,
It's stranger still to find
Your thoughts as thick as fireflies
All shiny in your mind!
-Rachel Field

(photo credit to DS's Photostream on Flickr)

Love the Pie! (Chocolate Pecan Pie)

Thanks to Megan at HalfPintHouse, I found the Love the Pie Party over at Tidy Mom.

I do love the pie!
I learned about pie from my grandma.  Her apple pie is perhaps one of my favorite childhood memories.  She would make cinnamon crispies or jelly turnovers with leftover crust.
Pie, hot out of the oven.  Cold pie for breakfast the next morning.   

My husband's grandma Lorraine, she was a terrific pie maker, too.  She shared her secrets with me, which must not be SO secret because they were the same secrets my grandma shared- only Crisco in the crust, cold water, roll on a wooden board. 

I love pie, almost any pie.  I confess, I don't really care for banana cream, and I faked liking it for grandma Lorraine.  But that's more about bananas than pie...

This Saturday afternoon, you will find me in our church kitchen, making pie with a bunch of other ladies.  These ladies are blessing our socks off.  They are making pies to sell, to benefit the funds we're raising to get to the mission field.  Blessing pie!

So, back in Blogland, TidyMom is asking for our favorite pie recipes.  There is nothing special about my apple pie (I don't even use a recipe) or my pumpkin pie (I generally use the back of the pumpkin can with a few extra spices thrown in).  I love to make peach pie and strawberry rhubarb pie in the summertime.  But I found a Great Thanksgiving Pie in The County Fair Cookbook, Kentucky Bourbon Pecan Pie from Jeanne Kemper of Shelbyville, Kentucky.  It's rich.  And it's good!  Don't forget the whipped cream!

Kentucky Bourbon Pecan Pie
Makes 1 pie
3 eggs
1 cup sugar
1/4 cup melted butter
3/4 cup light corn syrup
1/2 cup chocolate chips
1/2 cup chopped pecans (I use halves)
2 T. Kentucky bourbon
a 9 inch unbaked pie shell

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
1.  Place nuts and chocolate chips in bottom of the pie shell.
2.  In a mixing bowl, beat the eggs and sugar.  Gradually beat in the melted butter and corn syrup.  Stir in the bourbon. 
3.  Pour the mixture over the nuts and chocolate chips in the pie shell.  Bake for 40-50 minutes until the filling is somewhat set.  (judging doneness is tricky business!  I usually err on the side of more firm!)

For more tempting pie recipes, be sure to visit Tidy Mom!
(photo credit:  foodnetwork.com- HEY!  LOOK!  Paula Deen and I have almost the same recipe...)

A Noble Munificent Grace

Love is not only full of benvolence, but beneficence.  Love which enlarges the heart never straitens the hand.  He that loves Christ will be liberal to His members.  He will be eyes to the blind, and feet to the lame.  The backs and bellies of the poor shall be the furrows where he sows the golden seeds of liberality.  Some say they love God, but their love is lame of one hand, they give nothing to good uses.  Indeed faith deals with invisibles, but God hates that love which is invisible.  Love is like new wine, which will have vent; it vents itself in good works.  The apostle speaks it in honour of the Macedonians, that they gave to the poor saints, not only up to, but beyond their power (2Cor.8.3).  Love is bred at court, it is a noble munificent grace.
- Thomas Watson, All Things for Good (1663)

(art credit:  Giovanni di Balduccio, Charity, c. 1330, from the National Gallery of Art)

Not career or housework...

"I just don't know if we have the time for a trip to France right now," I sighed.  Paul nodded.

But then we looked at each other and repeated a favorite phrase from our diplomatic days:  "Remember, 'No one's more important than people!" In other words, friendship is the most important thing- not career or housework, or one's fatigue- and it needs to be tended and nurtured.  So we packed up our bags and off we went.  And thank heaven we did!

from My Life in France by Julia Child, with Alex Prud'homme

(photo:  Julia and Paul Child, from an earlier cover of My Life in France)

Simple- 9 November 2009

Outside my window... pale blues and grays of dawn; stark, bare tree branches; calm and serene. I am thinking... about the words of the Lord in Hosea 2:19-20-
"And I will betroth you to Me forever;
Yes, I will betroth you to Me in righteousness and in justice,
In lovingkindness and in compassion,
And I will betroth you to Me in faithfulness,
Then you will know the Lord.
I am thankful for... the truth of this quote from John Stott, "Forgiveness eradicates our past, and the Spirit transforms our future." 
From the learning rooms... looking at China, Korean folk tales, Spanish vocabulary...
From the kitchen... vegetable soup in the crock pot for dinner tonight.
I am wearing... pj's.  Don't come over yet, ok?  :-)
I am creating... plans, for today, for the week, for ESL...
I am going... to Maryland tomorrow, for a week of observing ESL ministries and for more training.  I'm excited!
I am reading... All Things for Good by Thomas Watson and My Life in France by Julia Child and Alex Prud'Homme
I am hoping... to be efficient today; to finish the necessary to be able to meet with friends; that all of my ESL staff is healthy.
I am hearing... the upstairs floorboards creaking; a bird chirping; keyboard taps.

Around the house... the majority still sleep.

One of my favorite things... the house before everyone wakes up!

A few plans for the rest of the week: travel, learning, meeting new people.

Here is picture for thought I am sharing... since ESL is so much on my mind today, here's a picture of one my girls with two Sudanese friends...

Thanks to Peggy for hosting the Simple Woman's Daybook. Take time to visit more entries here.

The morns are meeker than they were

Came across this piece of poetry, particularly timely, in school last week...

The morns are meeker than they were,

The nuts are getting brown;

The berry's cheek is plumper,

The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown,
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.

- Emily Dickinson

(photo credit- me.)

You say Halloween, I say...

Reformation Day.

Blessings!

October Photo Challenge

Mission accomplished! I finished the October Photo Challenge. What fun! Working on this photo scavenger hunt helped me to look at the world with entirely fresh eyes. Thanks to my kids who loaned their ideas and opinions too. I look forward to participating again in the future!

1. A Fall Activity-
Volleyball! We watch a lot of volleyball in the fall. This shot is of the JV1 team in the finals of a recent tournament. They won!


2. A Fall Treat-
Homemade Apple Cranberry pie. Yum!


3. Harvest-
Here in the "Heartland," I only have to drive a few minutes to find fields, but I had to search a bit to find an actual harvest! I was on a quest, traveling over dirt roads and through acres and acres of fields before I finally spy-ed these farmers at work.


4. Leaves-
Would you believe that this shot came from the median of the shopping mall parking lot? Doesn't it look like it should have been from a dry river bed?


5. Fall Colors-
This shot was taken in downtown O, just before sunset.


6. Something Orange-
Nobody stacks vegetables as artistically as Whole Foods...


7. Something Spooky-
HA! This photo makes me laugh! We tested this guy to see if he was going to move because of motion detection sensors or the like, and he didn't. So I asked K to put his arm over her shoulder for the picture. When she lifted his arm, he most unexpectedly began to move and talk to her! Talk about surprised!! See the lady pushing the cart? She kept walking like she didn't hear the blood-curdling scream my daughter let out...


8. A Cemetery-
I hate walking through cemeteries. I hate taking pictures of cemeteries. I would have NEVER gone to a cemetery if not for this challenge. But, I have to confess, gravestones are kind of interesting. Look at the stone- they used to put pictures on them... What photo would you choose for your final marker?


9. A Costume-
My preference would be to put this photo under "something spooky." The King creeps me out. But trying on the mask was too good a photo opportunity to pass up.


10. Black and white photo-
My girls at a birthday lunch.


11. A Critter-
Our dog, Dillon. After looking at this photo, my husband commented, "He looks sad." He probably was, because I kept making him sit, and stay, for the photo... I really did try to take a picture of the squirrels that pelt us with nuts, but they neither sit nor stay.


12. Symmetry-
Thank you Whole Foods.


13. Contrast-
Older. Younger. Big. Little. Smile. Serious. Light. Dark.


14. Texture-
A craggy tree trunk.


15. Logo-
At our favorite store...


16. Something Neon-
I took this photo at first during the day. I went back the next night. Ya gotta take a neon photo at night!


17. Something inspiring-
This is the most beginner ESL (English as a Second Language) class at our church. In this class are folks from Mexico and Guatemala and Sudan. Men and women trying their darndest to learn this very confusing language we call English. And a couple of sweet teachers, truly acting as servants and showing love in action towards them. We meet every week, and every week, I leave inspired.


18. Something Entertaining-
I took this shot while playing Life with my girls. I didn't notice until later that it had the "Entertainer" card in it, too... Bonus!


19. Something fast-
Ok, so really this photo should be titled "Something blurry," but honestly, they were too fast to get a good shot, and fast is fast, right?


20. Something Slow-
...because what says "slow" more than molasses?

Be sure to check out the other October Photo Challenge entries!

Kabul 24

“Free books.” That is a phrase that is veryvery difficult for me to pass up. And so, with the promise of receiving free books, I have become a book review blogger for Thomas Nelson Publishers. I have just finished the first book offered- Kabul 24 by Henry O. Arnold and Ben Pearson.

“The thick, blue cotton fabric was little protection from the sting of the whips and the blunt strikes from the wooden rods on her body as she stumbled along the dusty streets of Kabul…” From the first page, readers are quickly moved into the always oppressive and frequently violent world of Afghan life under Taliban rule. Kabul 24 tells the story of the arrest, 105 day imprisonment, and dramatic rescue of 8 Christian workers from Shelter Now International (SNI) in 2001. As the prisoners, a group of men and women, young and old, of varied occupations but of one call- to serve the oppressed of Afghanistan, are captured, and then begin the torturous wait of hope for rescue, readers are dramatically reminded of how very different the extreme Muslim culture is, and of how little respect for human life and dignity it allows. Yet despite conditions and suffering unimaginable by American standards, the source of hope for the prisoners remains clear, hope in God to provide through the unexpected and the unlikely.

Kabul 24 begins in the weeks prior to 9/11, and continues through the first days of the US/Afghan war. It is in that highly charged setting we gain appreciation for the extreme oppression common under Taliban rule. Human rights abuses are frequent. Prison conditions are inhumane. As a reader, I struggled with the hostages to examine where would my strength lie under such conditions. To read of the hostages abiding faith in God, as they were composing songs of praise, continuing in study, and constant in prayer, was an encouragement to me.

My primary frustration with the book was that it seemed mis-titled. There were indeed 24 hostages, 8 Westerners and 16 Afghans, but the story focuses primarily on the 8 that were imprisoned separately from the Afghan 16. I wanted to know more about the story of the 16. The book also refers to a Taliban informant, the “Afghan angel,” crucial to rescue of the westerners, and I wanted to know more about him. I wanted to know more about how their story ended as well.

Overall, I would recommend this book to others, particularly to those with an interest in non-fiction and those desiring to learn more about conditions under Taliban rule, an increasingly relevant topic in world events today.

Taking risks

"I am certain that the world outside is not going to pay much attention to all the organized efforts of the Christian church. The one thing she will pay attention to is a body filled with this spirit and rejoicing. That is how Christianity conquered the ancient world. . . . I am exhorting you in this evil world in which we find ourselves that if you really are concerned about it, . . . then it will be your duty to become a person such as is depicted here, because this is the only thing that is going to persuade men. They say, 'Oh we know your teaching and preaching, we have had it all before,' but when they see it in operation they will listen because they are miserable and unhappy." (Joy Unspeakable, Martyn Lloyd-Jones).

Andree Seu and risk taking. Read the entire article here.

"Woman, why are you weeping?"

Commenting on Mary Magdalene at Jesus' tomb (John 20:11-18), Matthew Henry writes:

We are likely to seek and find, when we seek with affection, and seek in tears.

Matthew Henry's Concise Commentary on the Bible

(art credit: Noli Me Tangere, Armand Bertrand, inspired by Fra. Angelico)

3 Things Thursday

1. I was up and out Early this morning. I took a friend and her kids to the airport. Her dad died. It's no good to take the shuttle to the airport when you are traveling because your dad died. You need a hug before you step into the chaos of the airport when you are traveling because your dad died.

But oh my, it is a blustery morning! The rain comes down, rather sideways, almost horizontal at times, due to the wind. Leaves cover the streets, falling perilously from branches that cannot hold onto those little sheets of color one moment longer. Gutters run rapidly, and the constant dripping outside plays metronome on the roof. Reminds me of lyrics of songs from days past...

A Rather Blustery Day

lyrics by Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman

Hum, dum, dum, dee, dee, dum

Hum, dum, dum

Oh the wind is lashing lusterly

And the trees are thrashing thrusterly

And the leaves are rustling gusterly

So it's rather safe to say

That it seems that it may turn out to be

It feels that it will undoubteadly

Looks like a rather blustery day today

It seems that it may turn out to be
Feels that it will undoubteadly

Looks like a rather blustery day today

(art credit to A Very Blustery Day by Harrison Ellenshaw)

2. Truthfully "blustery" could be the Weather Word of the Month. Looking back at the calendar, the little bright sun icon has only appeared three times in these last 21 days. Yesterday was yet another overcast day, and even so, the bright colors of fall seemed to cast a filter of glow over the gloom. In the last week, the changing hues of the trees have appeared so very vivid, technicolor against an otherwise gray screen. The metallic brights, gold and bronze and pewter, cast a sheen. The intense primary hues, yellow and orange and blazing red, almost glow, seeming to provide extra light on the otherwise deary day. I don't particularly look forward to the starkness of winter, of the bare branches, of the many shades of gray.

3. I never cease to be amused by the surprises that appear on my camera when I download my photos. Here's a sample of those that I did not take yesterday...

the steadfast love...

"After the doldrums of flowers gone with the wind, and houses that remember us not, He lifts our sights to that which is the deepest cry of our heart—something that lasts. “He has put eternity into man’s heart” (Ecclesiastes 3:11)."

for the conclusion of Andree Seu's columns on Psalm 103 (v. 16-22)-
verse 16
verse 17
verse 18
verse 19
verse 20
verse 21
verse 22

contented

Those that pursue present things most eagerly, are likely to be disappointed; while those that refer themselves to the providence of God, if they have not the most, have the most comfort. Those that make this world their end, come short of the other, and are disappointed in this also; but those that make the other world their end, shall not only obtain that, and full satisfaction in it, but shall have as much of this world as is good for them, in their way. Let us then be contented, without those great things which men generally covet, but which commonly prove fatal snares to the soul.

Matthew Henry, Concise Commentary on the Bible, on 2 Chronicles

why?

why...

do I get email that tells me "Ine#xpensi_ve Medicationss are on Sale"?

has the political party that I am not registered for called me 7 times in one week?

was the sweet looking older couple I saw today walking their dog in a stroller (no kidding- the DOG was IN the stroller...)?

do people recreate cemetaries in their front yard this time of year?

is my dog obsessed with the mailman?

do four girls have to be in three places in one night?

am I compelled to take candy corn from the pumpkin jar every time I walk by?

did the parents think this was a good idea?

why?

Sighting

Yesterday, my son and I spotted what could ONLY be the tail end of the Wienermobile ahead of us.

(I LOVE the Wienermobile!)

We almost caught up with it! But then the Wienermobile ran a Very Yellow Light, and we lost it. (maybe they saw us in their rear view mirror and were worried! HA!) So, these pictures are the best that we can do.

But it was very fun to chase the Wienermobile for a couple of blocks...

Did you know that you can track the whereabouts of the Wienermobile? And that there is more than one Wienermobile?

Go figure.

Tuesday Tribute- My Guy

This is my guy.
He fixes my computer. And he forgives me when I've messed it up so bad that he can't.
He makes me a latte every morning.
He plays the guitar so I can sing along. (ahem, well, neither of us are very good, but we like it anyway...)
He is still trying to beat me at Bejeweled. (I ruled Tetris too, back in the day, and he once hacked into the game to change the high score so it LOOKED like he beat me... He confessed quickly.)
He leads a fast tempo swing dance that makes me spin.
He encourages me, and reminds me when is too much.
He loves our family wholeheartedly.
He still asks me out on a date, and meets me at the front door with the car at the curb.
He makes me laugh like no one else.
We've been married 19 years today.
I love him more now than then.
And that's a sweet sweet thing.

Happy anniversary buddy.

For more Tuesday Tributes, visit Mayhem and Moxie-

As far as from east to west...

...THAT far "does He remove our transgressions from us."
Oh deep breath!!
That is good news.

Andree Seu continues her writings on Psalm 103.

Verse 11
Verse 12
Verse 13
Verse 14
Verse 15

Everyday, ordinary life

Everyday and ordinary, maybe only to me.
I have called it schizophrenia, but then I looked up the definition of that condition, and really, that's not it at all.

I think it's closer to multiple personality disorder.

Everyday ordinary life.

I live in a unique place.
I have the privilege of interacting with a whole wide range of folks.
Different folks.
Different jobs and levels of education.
Different backgrounds and origins.
Different languages and cultures.
Different socioeconomic statuses.
Different from me and different from each other.

Last week on Monday night, I gathered with men and women and children from ten nations, men and women and children representing half a dozen languages and the entire spectrum of melanin. I spoke English and Spanish and really-slow-English-with-really-big-hand-motions.

On Tuesday night, I gathered with three sweet friends and we ate dessert and talked about family and church and cooking and life.

On Wednesday afternoon, I helped to prepare and then serve dinner to a group that included residents of the homeless shelter, neighborhood characters, families and singles. Young and old. I laughed over crazy name confusion. I was exhausted.

On Thursday morning I sat in a car with a friend who blessed me by just saying, "Let's pray."

On Friday, I spent the morning with an enthusiastic group of women who gathered to make pie, eventually to sell pie, for my family's support raising efforts. I made pie, and perhaps ate a bit of "humble pie." On Saturday morning, my dog ate apple pie. (grrrr!)

On Saturday, I cheered on homeschool volleyball teams, high school and junior high, sitting with like-minded parents, thankful for this season of life.

Our days are school and sports and ministry and faith. Our moments are laughing and stories and tears and prayers. Our hope is in the Lord alone.

Everyday, ordinary life.

Everyday, ordinary events

A bloggy quote from a bloggy friend, Upsidedown Bee-

Keeping a blog enables me to capture and share the moments that matter most to me. As I reflect lately, I'm realizing more and more that it's these tiny moments that have shaped me into who I am today....Blogs give us a way to celebrate the everyday, ordinary events that are so important to us. Years from now, we will be able to go back and click through some of our most cherished memories - a simple gesture from a friend or the time we finished that project that seemed never ending - and we will smile.

(the snails and mushrooms artwork is from B, too! She's a gem. )

My hands

In general, I have had few laments over aging. I like getting older. Honestly, I don't think about it often.

Until I look at my hands. And then, I remember.

I am aging. My hands are aging.

Oh, my hands have never been pretty. (well, ONE single day they were pretty- when I had fake nails on my wedding day. We took a picture. It lasted much longer than the nails did...)

My hands look wrinklier than they used to, more creased than my girls' hands.

My hands show scars. A scar of four stitches from having a wart removed when I was in 7th grade. The scars of two dark lines from an oven burn months and months ago. And yes, scars from knife cuts, too.

And my hands are starting to show those same brown age spots that my grandma had. They seem to appear overnight, and grow in the next.

My hands are not as strong as they once were. Sometimes I hand a jar to my son to open. Sometimes, especially as the weather cools, my hand ache and I rub them together, slowly.

And then, I remember.

At the concert the other night, as this song played, I looked at my hands again.

And then, I remember.

I'm thankful that I do not have to rely on myself, on my hands, on work, to know peace.

Not What My Hands Have Done

written by Horatius Bonar, 1861

Not what my hands have done

Can save my guilty soul

Not what my toiling flesh has borne

Can make my spirit whole

Not what I feel or do

Can give me peace with God

Not all my prayers and sighs and tears

Can bear my awful load

Thy work alone, Oh Christ

Can ease this weight of sin

Thy blood alone, Oh Lamb of God

Can give me peace within

Thy love to me, Oh God

Not mine, Oh Lord, to Thee

Can rid me of my dark unrest

And set my spirit free

And I bless the Christ of God

I rest on love divine

And with unfaltering lip and heart

I call this Savior mine

His cross dispels each doubt

I bury in His tomb

Each thought of unbelief and fear

Each lingering shade of gloom

And I praise the God of grace

I trust His truth and light

He calls me His, I call Him mine

My God, my joy, my life

Tis He Who saveth me

And freely pardon gives

I love because He loveth me

I live because He lives

Merciful and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in steadfast love

Andree Seu continues to write through Psalm 103.
Verse 6.
Verse 7.
Verse 8.
Verse 9.
Verse 10.

Concert

Today at my church we were blessed to share worship, and an evening concert, with Nathan Clark George. Nathan played acoustic guitar, and sang beautiful, sometimes fun, nearly always Scriptural, songs. Check out his music. You'll be blessed.

Ritual

In general, Sundays at our house go like this-
worship.
nap (if you are over 40).
football or whiffle ball. (if you are a boy under age 40)
movie in the basement, most likely Jane Austen. (if you are a girl under age 40)
Spanish Bible study.

But, if you arrive at the H house at 8pm on Sunday night, you will almost always find us in the same place.
In the basement.
With our food and Iron Chef America.
(note: family favorites divided between Masaharu Morimoto, Cat Cora and Michael Symon... And we all adore Alton and The Chairman.)

It is ritual.

EXCEPT if you come over at 8pm for the next 10 weeks.
Then it will be Next Iron Chef.
Three lady chefs. You can imagine how the cheering goes in our house. Already, unanimously, these judges vote Chef Appleton out of Kitchen Stadium. We'll see if Jeffery agrees...

Stay tuned...

Worship

Glorious God,

It is the flame of my life to worship thee,

the crown and glory of my soul to adore thee,

heavenly pleasure to approach thee.

Give me power by thy Spirit to help me worship now,

that I may forget the world,

be brought into fullness of life,

be refreshed, comforted, blessed.

Give me knowledge of thy goodness

that I might not be over-awed by thy greatness;

Give me Jesus, Son of Man, Son of God,

that I might not be terrified,

but be drawn near with filial love,

with holy boldness;

He is my mediator, brother, interpreter,

branch, daysman, Lamb;

him I glorify,

in him I am set on high.

Crowns to give I have none,

but what thou has given I return,

content to feel that everything is mine when it is thine,

and the more fully mine when I have yielded it to thee.

Let me live wholly to my Saviour,

free from distractions,

from carking care,
from hindrances to the pursuit of the narrow way.

I am pardoned through the blood of Jesus-

give me a new sense of it,

continue to pardon me by it,

may I come every day to the fountain,

and every day be washed anew,

that I may worship thee always in spirit and truth.

from The Valley of Vision, ed. by Arthur Bennett

(photo credit: me)

Photo Hunt Challenge

Inspired by my friend Michelle, I'm going to give the Photo Hunt Challenge a try in October.

Here's the list of items I'll be looking to shoot...

1. A Fall Activity
2. A Fall Treat
3. A Harvest
4. Leaves
5. Fall Colors
6. Something Orange
7. Something Spooky
8. A Cemetery
9. A Costume
10. A Black & White Photo
11. A Critter
12. Symmetry
13. Contrast
14. Texture
15. A Logo/ Mascot
16. Something Neon
17. Something Inspiring
18. Something Entertaining
19. Something Fast
20. Something Slow

Any shutterbugs want to play along?