Dreams are nothing more than wishes and a wish is just a dream you wish to come true. -from "You've Got Mail"
My daughter Elsa and I were talking in the kitchen after lunch on Friday and I noticed a piece of paper the size of a fortune cookie fortune on the floor. Well, it was a fortune cookie fortune which must have fallen out of one of my six or so junk drawers. Hmmm... What does it say, I wondered. "Your dearest wish will come true."
What is my dearest wish? Just as I was thinking this, Elsa said,"You know what I wish?" She did not see me pick up the little message. "You know how Lindsay Lohan and Brittany Spears have so much and don't do anything good with it? Well I wish that I had money enough to go on missions trips and not have to worry about how much it costs."
Now, we believe that God is the provider for everything, but the timing of this incident was so uncanny that I thought it would make a good premise for a story. Yes, it's been done-the wish thing, but this actually happening got me thinking...
What's your wish?
Monday, October 29, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Crazy Love
Take away my trouble, take away my grief, take away my heartache, in the night like a thief...
He gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love-Van Morrison (girl singing version)
Crazy love doesn't make any sense. Noah Webster's 1828 dictionary defines crazy as broken, decrepit, weak or the state of being broken in mind. My emotions can be so intense that "crazy" seems to fit . So I keep them to myself, or maybe I throw some thoughts out there -like now- to see if there are others like me, looking for connection. C.S. Lewis said "I read to know I'm not alone." Technically I know I'm not alone. I've attended seminars, read books, and I pray. Yet, at times, I feel like an outsider in my world- face pressed against the glass barrier of disconnect.
It didn't make any sense for Jesus to die an excruciating and lonely death simply because he loved me. But it was the only way that I could ultimately connect with divine love.
It was crazy, really.
He gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love-Van Morrison (girl singing version)
Crazy love doesn't make any sense. Noah Webster's 1828 dictionary defines crazy as broken, decrepit, weak or the state of being broken in mind. My emotions can be so intense that "crazy" seems to fit . So I keep them to myself, or maybe I throw some thoughts out there -like now- to see if there are others like me, looking for connection. C.S. Lewis said "I read to know I'm not alone." Technically I know I'm not alone. I've attended seminars, read books, and I pray. Yet, at times, I feel like an outsider in my world- face pressed against the glass barrier of disconnect.
It didn't make any sense for Jesus to die an excruciating and lonely death simply because he loved me. But it was the only way that I could ultimately connect with divine love.
It was crazy, really.
Friday, October 5, 2007
Tricia Goyer Blog Tour
My Life,Unscripted
If you are a mom of a teen-age girl, or any age girl, or know one, or was once one yourself then My Life,Unscripted is a must read.
Tricia Goyer reveals her life in heartbreaking detail in order to show the love and purpose that Jesus Christ intends for every girl. She uses scriptwriting as a tool for examining life,love and reality.
My sixteen year old daughter read it and said that she would recommend it to her friends- both Christian and nonchristian. It is a great conversation starter for those hard to broach subjects like sex,peer pressure and consequences. Tricia stresses the redemptive power of Jesus throughout the book and has a discussion guide at the end.
This book would be an excellent choice for a Bible study,retreat or to give as an introduction to having a relationship with Jesus Christ. He is the real Hero of her story.
How cool is that?
Tricia's website is:www.triciagoyer.com
If you are a mom of a teen-age girl, or any age girl, or know one, or was once one yourself then My Life,Unscripted is a must read.
Tricia Goyer reveals her life in heartbreaking detail in order to show the love and purpose that Jesus Christ intends for every girl. She uses scriptwriting as a tool for examining life,love and reality.
My sixteen year old daughter read it and said that she would recommend it to her friends- both Christian and nonchristian. It is a great conversation starter for those hard to broach subjects like sex,peer pressure and consequences. Tricia stresses the redemptive power of Jesus throughout the book and has a discussion guide at the end.
This book would be an excellent choice for a Bible study,retreat or to give as an introduction to having a relationship with Jesus Christ. He is the real Hero of her story.
How cool is that?
Tricia's website is:www.triciagoyer.com
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Loose Ends
It's hip to be square-Huey Lewis
I'm making an afghan out of granny squares. I have completed all of the 150 or so blocks of relative squareness and am in the final stages of sewing them together. This has taken much longer than my poor ADD brain is willing to accept but I refuse to abandon ship at this stage of the game. My children are excited for their mom to make a real live blanket thing and my husband- who is still waiting for an abandened quilt from ten years ago- is cheering me on. I am like the Little Engine that Could puffing toward the finish line. Out of nowhere the doubts creep in. Why did I choose these colors? What if the completed project looks stupid? What then? Then there are all those hundreds of embarrassing yarn ends sticking out the back that must be woven in to make the whole thing appear seamless. The afghan has no beginning and it has no end. Yeah,yeah,yeah...
Lord please help me to tie up the loose ends.
I'm making an afghan out of granny squares. I have completed all of the 150 or so blocks of relative squareness and am in the final stages of sewing them together. This has taken much longer than my poor ADD brain is willing to accept but I refuse to abandon ship at this stage of the game. My children are excited for their mom to make a real live blanket thing and my husband- who is still waiting for an abandened quilt from ten years ago- is cheering me on. I am like the Little Engine that Could puffing toward the finish line. Out of nowhere the doubts creep in. Why did I choose these colors? What if the completed project looks stupid? What then? Then there are all those hundreds of embarrassing yarn ends sticking out the back that must be woven in to make the whole thing appear seamless. The afghan has no beginning and it has no end. Yeah,yeah,yeah...
Lord please help me to tie up the loose ends.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
A Perfect Day
Today I went to the Missouri Botanical Gardens with my husband and four youngest children. Sometimes everything just goes swimmingly and you just breathe deeply and thank God for his mercy and goodness. Ahh, thank you Lord.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
My Summer Vacation
We plan-and God steps in with another plan for us and he is all-wise and the most loving friend we have always helping us.-Nettie Fowler McCormick
Due to some unforseen business circumstances, my husband and I were unable to keep our vacation plans. We were anticipating two glorious weeks in my favorite place-Kennebunkport Maine- only to have to cancel at the last minute. Oh the agony,the weeping,the cries of "Why me?". Alas, there was no reason why our four children with perfectly good plane tickets should forgo their trip as well, so we enlisted the help of my parents to pick them up at the airport and be their loving guardians for a fortnight of cool New England weather (we were hitting some record highs in St.Louis). They gleefully accepted- well my Mom was gleeful as she loves to get the grandkids to herself. Come to think of it, Dad was pretty gleeful too as he loves any excuse to hang out with the kids-especially when it involves sightseeing,kayaking,hiking,and yes,dancing around the campfire- I have pictures.(Someday I will learn how to post pictures on this blog.)
Although I missed my vacation, I tried to use my time wisely so I learned to crochet granny squares. Even so, I have to say that my disappointment was heartfelt. After all,knowing that there would be no fried clams on the pier in Cape Porpoise is enough to send me(or anyone) into raptures of self pity.
Two weeks later, the children returned home. They were tired from travel but had had a wonderful time. On the plane they met two penguins who were on their way to the St.Louis Fair. The penguins were not tired as they were embarking on their own adventure and were wished godspeed by all of the passengers.
Due to some unforseen business circumstances, my husband and I were unable to keep our vacation plans. We were anticipating two glorious weeks in my favorite place-Kennebunkport Maine- only to have to cancel at the last minute. Oh the agony,the weeping,the cries of "Why me?". Alas, there was no reason why our four children with perfectly good plane tickets should forgo their trip as well, so we enlisted the help of my parents to pick them up at the airport and be their loving guardians for a fortnight of cool New England weather (we were hitting some record highs in St.Louis). They gleefully accepted- well my Mom was gleeful as she loves to get the grandkids to herself. Come to think of it, Dad was pretty gleeful too as he loves any excuse to hang out with the kids-especially when it involves sightseeing,kayaking,hiking,and yes,dancing around the campfire- I have pictures.(Someday I will learn how to post pictures on this blog.)
Although I missed my vacation, I tried to use my time wisely so I learned to crochet granny squares. Even so, I have to say that my disappointment was heartfelt. After all,knowing that there would be no fried clams on the pier in Cape Porpoise is enough to send me(or anyone) into raptures of self pity.
Two weeks later, the children returned home. They were tired from travel but had had a wonderful time. On the plane they met two penguins who were on their way to the St.Louis Fair. The penguins were not tired as they were embarking on their own adventure and were wished godspeed by all of the passengers.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
The Hat
I like to felt. Old sweaters, thrift store finds, you name it- if it will shrink I'll felt it. What do I do with these shrunken wonders? Not a whole lot. I made my nephew a cute Christmas stocking a couple of years ago. That was it until I saw a felted hat pattern in Debbie Stoller's book "The Happy Hooker" crochet book.
This hat was called "Strut" and I should beware of anything that smacks of "proud"- I really should be Amish. I followed the directions and crocheted it to the obligatory size of a house and stuck it in a pot of boiling water to shrink. The directions said run it through the hot water cycle in the washing machine. Why do I have a problem with directions? It's like I can go so far but then have to think of a way to do it better. (sigh) I took it out of the pot and it hadn't shrunk very much, so after my children and husband took turns trying it on and striking all manner of Dr.Seuss poses, I threw it in the washing machine. At the end of the cycle it had shunk to the size of a bird's nest requiring drastic stretching and pulling and molding over bowls and vases to get it into a head shape. The end result was more Devo than Jackie O.
Next time I promise to follow the directions to the letter. To the best of my ability given who I am. Oh brother.
This hat was called "Strut" and I should beware of anything that smacks of "proud"- I really should be Amish. I followed the directions and crocheted it to the obligatory size of a house and stuck it in a pot of boiling water to shrink. The directions said run it through the hot water cycle in the washing machine. Why do I have a problem with directions? It's like I can go so far but then have to think of a way to do it better. (sigh) I took it out of the pot and it hadn't shrunk very much, so after my children and husband took turns trying it on and striking all manner of Dr.Seuss poses, I threw it in the washing machine. At the end of the cycle it had shunk to the size of a bird's nest requiring drastic stretching and pulling and molding over bowls and vases to get it into a head shape. The end result was more Devo than Jackie O.
Next time I promise to follow the directions to the letter. To the best of my ability given who I am. Oh brother.
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