Getting There

I Have A Prayer

2012-01-16T22:36:00.001-06:00

A Disclaimer: This post is also a reflection of my personal beliefs and convictions, and not necessarily position of the agency I currently work for.

This morning, my husband and I listened to Martin Luther King Jr.'s I Have a Dream speech in commemoration of this day. As I listened, it reminded me of something a co-worker recently said in a meeting, "This [poverty] is this generation's march." I am serving on a committee at work that is looking at what our community (Fort Worth, TX and Tarrant County) would like look out of poverty, and this statement was said as a part of one of those meetings. I pray that Dr. King will be honored today as I create my own version of his speech for this generation's march.

I pray for the day when employers will go beyond the minimum wage and pay a living wage to their employees and take up their honorable duty to provide medical benefits to all employees no matter how many hours they work, so that parents do not have decided between medical care or groceries for their families.

I pray for the day when medical care is provided for everyone despite employment status, so that no one has to live in fear of getting sick or injured. I pray for the day that the World Health Organization does not rank the United States "slightly ahead of Chad and Rwanda, but just behind Bangladesh and the Maldives" (The Healing of America: A Global Quest for Better, Cheaper, and Fairer Health Care, Reid, T.R.) in terms of fairness in access to medical care.

I have a prayer today!

I pray for the day when those who do not worry about paying bills will not pity and disparage those who need assistance, just assuming that they are lazy, but will reach out a hand and walk side-by-side with a neighbor no matter how they found themselves in need.

I pray for the day that high school graduates do not have assume a mortgage sized debt in order to get a college degree.

I pray for the day that healthy food is not only accessible to all, but affordable as well.

I pray for the day that poverty does not lend itself to creating victims of modern and sexual slavery.

I have a prayer today!

I pray for the day that that Body of Christ will look past denominational labels and come together in being the hands and feet of Christ to carry out His words in Matthew 25: 34-36.

I pray that God will show me how to care for "the least of these" in my community.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining a world without poverty, we must not be guilty of just throwing money at a "problem." Let us not seek to relieve ourselves of discomfort at the sight of those in need by drinking from the cup of disdain and indifference. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of love and compassion. We must not allow a creative protest against social injustice to degenerate into a pat on the back. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting material complacency with soul conviction.

The marvelous new awareness of poverty, which is engulfing communities must not lead us to a distrust of all those with means, for there are many who seek to alleviate the burden of poverty. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to the freedom of those in poverty.

We cannot walk alone.

The Missing Piece of the Picture

2011-12-31T14:31:00.000-06:00

The week before Christmas I got stuck in traffic. There is nothing unusual about getting stuck in traffic during the holidays or the drive home from work, but this traffic slow down had a lasting effect on me. Here is what I saw and why it stayed with me:

The first thing I saw over the cars in front of me where the flashing lights of an ambulance in the midst of the accident scene, which immediately prompted prayer for anyone with possible injuries. The two cop cars blocking the lane I was in came into view next. As I passed the cop cars, I spied a group of three teenagers that seemed most out of place with the rest of the scene. They huddled together holding an iPhone out in front of them with "We're so happy to be here together" smiles taking a picture. Dumbfounded, I continued to inch forward looking for an answer to the scene unfolding before me. The cops and paramedics were huddled around the ambulance some 20 feet away from the teenagers not paying attention to them. On the other side of the ambulance, was the rest of the story. A man in his thirties stood with a look of despair on the other side of the ambulance. Just past him was a silver Mercedes C-class with no apparent damage and a 90's model Buick LeSabre with damage to the front end.

I would love at this point to make a heap of assumptions about who is at fault and what actually happened, but I don't really need to in order to be concerned about what I saw. No matter who is at fault, I am bothered that this group of teenagers who were so blissfully calloused to the fact that someone could have been seriously injured. I am bothered that they did not seem to care that someone's, possibly including theirs, property was damaged and that it costs time and money to have it repaired. What exactly are they going to do with that photo? Post it on Facebook with the caption, "And this is us at the scene of the accident. Aren't we so cute? Our hair didn't even get messed up."

My prayer that day changed from requests to sustain life to asking God to open the eyes of these teenagers to others around them and give them a genuine concern for others. As an aunt, a youth leader and a general role model to anyone I encounter, I pray that this prayer would be true in my life first and foremost. I have a feeling that this is what was the greatest missing piece in this picture. Be a role model of caring for those you know and those you don't know.

Tis the Season . . .

2011-12-17T22:09:00.000-06:00

For seven and a half years, I lived on a tropical island in the South China Sea, which put a very interesting spin on what makes it feel like Christmas to me. First of all, December falls during the rainy season. Nothing like snuggle up with the a/c blowing, a storm brewing and a cup of hot cocoa. But the best part of December was the fact that it was finally pomelo season. Oh yeah! What is pomelo, you ask. Indulge me for a few minutes while I share with you about my favorite fruit.


I present to you, the pomelo.

Pomelos are a citrus fruit and you will often see them labeled as a grapefruit, which is very wrong! It is a pomelo. Same family, different fruit. An orange is not a grapefruit - that's all I'm saying. But I guess until you actually try one you go with the what you know. So, when you see pomelos mislabeled in your grocery store, know that someone is missing out on a fantastic fruit experience. Can you tell I like pomelos yet?

Personally, the best way to enjoy a pomelo is to camp out on the cold tile floor with your knife, a bowl and a good movie. That is not very practical for most Americans, but please do not let that stop you either. Here is a little guide to enjoying a luscious pomelo.

The first step is to select your pomelo at the store. If you can find pomelos that come from The Philippines, you have struck pomelo gold. Second runner up would be Thailand, then Malaysia followed by anything from the Western Hemisphere (unfortunately that is what I find most around here, but it is better than nothing.) Select two pomelos and notice which one is heavier, i.e. which one has more juice in it. You can do this hand scale thing for a few more, but you may want to switch hands.

Now that you have your pomelo home with you, and you have danced a dance of joy, score the rind all the way around twice in opposing circles to create four sections. Pomelos have a very think rind (up to 1/2 inch thick), so cut deep but not too deep.


Look ma! No hands!

Next, peel like you have never peeled before.

I told you it was thick. You didn't believe me, did you?

Once you have it all peeled you find a pretty treasure inside.

Rind on the right, treasure on the left.

Peel as much of the fluffy white stuff as possible, mainly cause it's fun. Maybe that is just me. Unlike, other citrus fruits you really don't want to eat the skin of the pomelo section (it's just really thick). Once you break open the skin the meat comes out quite easily with your teeth or fingers. Yummy!

I prefer the white flesh pomelos, but this will do.

I know what you are thinking - looks like a grapefruit. Let me assure you that it has a much more mellow sweet flavor than that tart tang of a grapefruit. It is very refreshing. Just go try one already. Oh, and Merry Christmas.

Letter to an Immigrant

2011-11-19T19:48:00.001-06:00

A Disclaimer: This post is quite a bit different from my recent posts. This post is also a reflection of my personal beliefs and convictions, and not necessarily position of the agency I currently work for.

Hello,

I don't really know who youare, although, I have heard the stories and stereotypes. I am sure Ihave passed by you on the street and in the store, but I do not really know whoyou are.

Everyone around me isdrawing lines in the sand saying you are a problem that needs to besolved. Problems can be dissected, broken down, solved, compromised andwalked away from. However, I see you as a person, who is complicated anddelicate, not easily discarded. That makes my thoughts and feelings allthe more confusing. I have lived in a country as a foreign resident witha green card appreciating the tight controls in place at borders. But, Iwonder if all countries are the same. My heart wants to offer a cup ofcold water, but my head asks if you come just to take advantage or fleeingthe law and if I will get hurt opening my hand to stranger. However, if Iam following the example Jesus set before me; do I even get to askthose questions? If I look at the hands He offered, I will see the scarsof offering.

I wish there was a way tosit down and talk to you. In all the discussion about this issue ofimmigration, there does not seem to be many people talking to you. I donot know that any of us truly understand why you come or if we ever reallywill. We have theories and probably uneducated guesses, but I do not knowthat anyone has actually stopped to ask you why you come. We haveseen hard times, here in the US, but I doubt that many have experienced desperatepoverty. What does make you so desperate to leave your country that youwould risk your life to come here? Do the rumors and movies make lifelook so fantastic here that you just have to see for yourself? Is it thepoverty and watching your oldest child give up his dinner, so that his youngersiblings can eat? Is it the drug gang violence that threatens to swallowup any possibility of a better life for your children? Was it evenyour choice to come? Or were you taken from your home and family as a victim ofthe sex trade, and then dumped on the streets in a foreign land because ofdisease or pregnancy?

I want to understand. I want to listen. I want to know you, instead of just throwing up wallsand fences to insulate myself from real people. I know many will considerme liberal or just plain crazy for saying all of this. I also know that Icannot solve the problems of your country that may bring you here. But I do know that I never want to stopseeing the value of a human life no matter how that life was brought to mydoorstep.

Sincerely,

Your neighbor

Weekend Crochet Warrior

2011-11-13T20:58:00.001-06:00

My husband and I spent last weekend coming down with and recovering from a head cold respectively. In other words, we sat around in our pajamas doing nothing, randomly whining about how we feel or comparing snot. Oh, the joys of marriage. . .

The upside for me is that I was on the road to recovery and actually had unfogged enough to do something - crochet. Since I was sick, I decided to focus on crocheting something for myself. It's so hard to think of others when you don't feel well.

Fingerless gloves with mystery yarn

My first project was a pattern for fingerless gloves from The Chicks with Sticks Guide to Crochet by Nancy Queen and Mary Ellen O'Connell. Since this is an item that actually has to fit, I tried to pay attention to gauge. I have to be honest and say that I have never crotched a swatch like the books always recommend. Usually, I'm just making a shawl - it's either long and wide enough or it's not. I haven't gotten into any of the complicated patterns with different motifs, so I'm sure at some point I will be forced to really figure out this gauge thing until then . . .I used some fuzzy blue yarn that came from the donation pile at church (don't worry, I didn't use it all on myself). So, being mystery yarn, the gauge didn't exactly come out as specified in the pattern. I tried changing to a smaller hook twice to no avail, so I went with the original hook size. Everything turned out A-OK in my book.

Flapper Hat Model with cute curly hair

My flapper hat attempt

Now, the hat is another story. I then attempted to crochet this lovely flapper style hat with some Caron Simply Soft that my mom gave me. Again, I could not for the life of me, get the gauge to come out correctly. Also again, it is possibly because I didn't use the exact yarn called for in the pattern. What is a cheap crotcher to do? So, needless to say the hat did not come out quite as cute as the picture (hence the rubber ball as a model head, and not mine). Or maybe it was some weird hope that if I made this hat and wore it on my head, I would suddenly have cute curly hair and when that didn't happen I was disappointed in that hat? Nah, I would never have an irrational thought like that!

Those who can't create - MODIFY!

2011-11-05T23:16:00.000-05:00

Since it has been almost a year since my last blog post, which had nothing to do with being crafty, I'm sure you are all thinking I have given up on yarn. For those who were betting on a passing fancy, you were wrong - it was the blogging that fell to the wayside. So, here is my attempt to revive my blogging efforts and share more of my adventures in craft, yoga, journeying with God, marriage and more.

For my first entry, I must submit my latest ~~creation~~ . . .alteration. My best work is taking something someone else has done, practically destroy it, and put it back together again. Take for example, my costume for the 8th Annual Wonder Girl Costume Party: a 20's flapper dresser fashioned from last year's 60's girl group dress.

2010 Costume

Yes, please ignore the fact that I am not very photogenic. Also keep in mind that I did not make the dress on the left or achieve the 60's hair on my own. Yes, someone else did the sewing and the back combing for this costume.

2011 Costume

On the right, is a complete modify of last year's dress that I somehow managed to do myself. Ok, so I had a little bit of input from my mom, who actually knows how to sew and my husband helped place a few strategic pins. Actually, when I first consulted with my mom we discussed tucking the shoulders in a bit and creating a deeper scoop neck. I decided to go in a wee bit different, and more drastic, direction, and basically just cut off the top 6 inches of the dress. My first thought also was to use some of the fringe as straps for the dress, but as everyone warned me - that stuff is expensive - and looking at the material I cut off, I decided to make golden straps from the scraps using my new wonder tool - Stitch Withcery. That allowed me to have the strip of fringe across the top, which I think really looks good. For attaching the fringe, I used Steam-A-Seam, which is a thinner adhesive cousin to Stitch Witchery. The only actual sewing I had to do for this project was under the arms where the arm hole was and tacking the straps in place.

Now, another major work of fine craftsmanship for this costume is the hair. And for anyone who has ever helped me fix, curl, shellac my hair into something other than board straight boring, you will appreciate this one. I evidently did learn something in those various lessons on hairspray, curling irons and bobby pins. With many thanks to White Rain, I give you my pin curled 20's hair-do.

In closing, I must once again thank the Wonder Girls for giving me an opportunity to hone my modification skills, Hobby Lobby for such wonderful coupons and staff, White Rain for helping me achieve hair success and a slight buzz.

The Christmas Tree Affair

2010-12-04T21:33:00.000-06:00

There has been much ado in the news and on local radio about the Chase Bank in Southlake, TX taking down a Christmas tree in their lobby. http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/40492366. I found the article while I was at work and listened to people phone in with comments to my favorite radio station during my 30 minute drive home. It took me awhile to process it, but I realized I did not see this situation the majority of my fellow believers in Christ and Christmas celebrants do.

On one hand, I will agree with most that I think it is pretty silly for people to be offended by an inanimate piece of decor and that the bank felt the need to take it down.

On the other hand, I am kind of happy this happened. I hope that this will serve as a moment to step back and consider some things this Christmas. I know it has for me. I think too often we, American Christians, rely on our outward symbols to tell others about Jesus. We proclaim it in our bumper stickers. We wear it on our t-shirts or in the jewelry around our necks. We build buildings. We erect ornate Christmas trees and flock our windows with "Merry CHRISTmas." But we sometimes fail to let the message penetrate to our hearts and radiate back out from there. What does our message sound like when we take away our outward symbols? Are we breathing in Christ's Word, so that the words we speak are filled with Him? Are we allowing the love of Jesus to live in us, so that they know we are His disciples by our love for one another?

I write this as a challenge to myself, more than anyone else, as I await the celebration of the birth of Jesus this Christmas. May He be brought to life in new and amazing ways this season in my heart and mind, and my you see it in me and not my t-shirt.

Free Bedding from Gaiam

2010-11-26T21:21:00.001-06:00

Who doesn't like a good contest with wonderful prizes? Who doesn't like a good night's sleep? Here's a combo of the best of both worlds:

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Giving It Away

2010-04-23T16:18:00.000-05:00

My first prayer shawl has been blessed and given away. The donated scratchy cream wool yarn that was my first crocheted piece has found a home. Honestly, I never thought it would. The shawls that are normally produced by the knitting circle are from soft, colorful yarns that you just can't wait to envelope you. This shawl was heavy and somewhat stiff, and I was OK with it sitting in the tub of undesignated shawls until the moths ate it. Then, God opened my eyes to the perfect recipient.

On Wednesday nights, Andrew & I attend a small worship service at our church. By small, I mean there are usually 10 of us in a small chapel that has a maximum seating of 25 people. We are also the youngest participants by at least 30 years, but we love meeting with this small band for Bible study and prayer. Two weeks ago, one of the ladies in our group asked for prayer for her brother, who is dying of cancer. I saw how heavily this weighed on her - it's a kind of "scratchy wool time" in her life. My prayer for her is that in this scratchy wool time, she will also feel the weight of God's love and presence as she wears this shawl.

A Knitter's Nightmare

2010-04-16T23:12:00.000-05:00

My visit to the yarn shop, inspired my latest scarf project with some super fuzzy novelty yarn knit on size 15 needles for a nice loose and lacy look. This was a really fun project, but it has not been without difficulties as well.

First of all, when novelty yarn gets tangled . . .Oye! This was doubled by the fact that my yarn was actually two strands - a fuzzy strand and a strand with little blocks on it.

The plus side, which I will sandwich between my negatives, is that knitting a scarf out of one skein of yarn is a quick project. I started this on Sunday, and should have been done with it last night. That brings me to my second negative point, which technically could happen with any project.

This is actually the first knitting project I have almost finished, so as I came to the end of my yarn I began looking for instructions on casting off. I found a video on ehow.com and then printed instructions in a prayer shawl book. It looked easy enough, so I decided to go for it on my own. Things were going beautifully and my excitement was building with every stitch that was finished. But, I evidently got overconfident on my next to last stitch and as I was pulling it over, both feel off my needle. In my desperation to hold on to that last string, the nice lacy scarf began to unravel. My cry of despair was so loud that my husband thought I had hurt myself with those size 15 needles, which he calls ninja needles.

My only hope is that one of the master knitters at church will be able to help me salvage this project and fix my casting off slip up. Otherwise, all I know to do is unravel and start over. Any other suggestions are most welcome.

Knit vs. Crochet

2010-04-04T18:08:00.000-05:00

Being new to knitting, I adopted the mindset that free yarn is good yarn. So, when some old scratchy cream colored wool yarn was donated to my church's prayer shawl ministry I accepted it. The first thing that comes to mind with cream colored wool is cable knit, however, looking at my mistaken riddled rectangle of knitting I didn't feel ready for cable knitting.

I borrowed a book of prayer shawl patterns that included knitting and crocheting. The beginner crochet shawl had a nice pattern to it that would complement the cream color. So, I called on my mom's expertise once again for a lesson in crochet. In the words of my friend Debbie E, "Oh my golly!" Another new world has been opened up to me with the addition of set of crochet hooks size from E to P.

Now I am torn between knitting and crocheting. Knitting offers the ability to do neat things like cable knit and argyle patterns. But, crocheting is fast and easy. I was able to crochet in two days more than I have been able to knit in a month. I finished my crochet prayer shawl in 10 days. I think I will just have to rotate - crochet one, knit one, crochet one, knit one. So many choices and options.

The Sassy Spinster

2010-03-19T11:15:00.000-05:00

I was overwhelmed the first time I walked through the yarn and needlework section of Michael's, but yesterday when I walked into The Sassy Spinster (or the Sassy Sheep as I like to call it because of the logo). I was completely speechless. My mom and I decided to take a little field trip to explore the Town Square and historic homes of Lancaster, TX (pronounced more like Link-aster and said really fast). And that is where we found the ultimate yarn store. All the yarns are made of natural fibers from bamboo, alpaca, yak, and even recycled material like Indian saris. The colors and textures were absolutely amazing and feed the need to knit.

But the yarn was only half of the experience. We then met Susan, the owner, who took us on a personal tour of the shop and the sample projects she had about the store. I learned so many new tricks that are easy and fun to incorporate even for me as a beginner. For example, using two different size needles in a project. With a simple knit stitch, knit three rows on the smaller size needles, and on the fourth row trade for the bigger needles for three rows and back and forth. I apologize if this explanation doesn't make sense. I am still working on learning knitting terms. Another project I am going to try is knitting a fun feathery yarn on size 15 needles so it is nice and lacy. I know these are probably pretty simple techniques, but for a beginner it is hard to think outside of the written pattern, so it is nice to see that even at this level there is some freedom to have fun and experiment.

For more on The Sassy Spinster, visit their website at: http://www.thesassyspinster.com/

Unexpected lessons

2010-03-14T09:56:00.000-05:00

Well, I have made it through my first skein of yarn, and I have learned in that time.

My first surprise lesson came in the form of fellowship. It seems that everywhere I turn these days I meet a fellow knitter. One day I simply walked into work, and there in the waiting area was a fellow knitter working on a tam with her basket of supplies beside her. Some of the best fellowship has been in learning from others. I asked my mom to teach me the knit stitch after casting on. It felt good to have another area of knowledge and skill that she can pass on to me. I have a feeling she is still hoping that knitting will somehow turn into a minivan full of grandchildren though.

I was warned about this, but I didn't believe it until I was fully hooked. Knitting is addictive. At first, I wondered if I would ever complete one project. In fact, I have not finished that first project, but I have already thought of four more that I want to do once this one is complete. I need to get busy!

Domestication

2010-02-09T21:16:00.000-06:00

I called my mom last week to fill her in on my new hobby. Ok, I will admit it - I was also hoping for some free yarn and other supplies. My mom's reaction to my blossoming desire to knit was to ask me if I was becoming domesticated. Naturally, I was a wee bit offended by that statement and the insinuation that only women who are barefoot and pregnant or the old woman in the shoe can knit. Because I can assure you right now that I am neither of those.

So, I am here to break the stereotype - if there really is one - and I declare that knitting is for everyone - young, old, married, single, dare I say, even men.

The Year of Getting Crafty

2010-01-31T18:06:00.005-06:00

My mom has always been handy with a sewing machine, a crochet hook and cross-stich. I seem to take after her in many ways, so I have decided this is the year I become crafty.

My church has a prayer shawl ministry, which was another of my inspiration, and you can frequently see women knitting at various functions. I have always a appreciated a good knitted scarf, so that is where I am going to start my craft journey. I am hoping that as I knit, I will also be able to use the time to memorize some Bible verses. Since these are prayer shawls I will be knitting, it seems appropriate to pray the Scriptures over them as they are being created.

My journey began tonight with a trip to the local craft store to buy knitting needles and yarn. I think my choice of yarn and needles may not bode well for this endeavor - I went with what was pretty. I chose orange needles (size 7), because that is one of my favorite colors, and a soft pretty multi-colored thin yarn to begin my creations. Tonight I am going to check the internet for lessons since I am eager to start. Otherwise, there is a well-experienced knitter at church that has offered lessons.

A Valentine's Reminder

2008-02-14T05:27:00.000-06:00

For my beloved I will not fear, Love knows to do
For him, for her, from year to year, as hitherto;
Whom my heart cherishes are dear
To Thy heart too.

- Amy Carmichael

A Good Read

2008-02-10T05:01:00.001-06:00

I was recently introduced to Isobel Kuhn and the books she wrote about her experiences in China in the 1940's. I highly recommend them to everyone.

Green Leaf in Drought is about a couple who got stuck in China as the Communists were taking over. At first, I thought I would have nothing in common with this couple, but their biggest life lesson during their ordeal was a huge eye opener to me in how I view circumstances.

In the Arena is an autobiographical account of John & Isobel's ministry. Here are several gems I am taking away with me:

"A platform is a very public thing, and a secret choice is an extremely private, invisibe thing. . . 'Your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you' works in more matters than almsgiving. . .The choice and the struggle are not publicized - but the release of His resurrection power which comes to you on each platform is felt by others, and in that sense there is an audience. We may never know who this "audience" might be, but we do know that He gives us far more than we deserve."

"God's blessings are not reserved for those who are worthy; they are lavishly poured out on very unworthy ones, upon those who in their innermost souls are reaching out for Him."

"There are many small helps you can use, especailly in the area of the mind. Refuse to let your mind dwell on your loss. It will not make you love her [her daughter] less. Deliberately think of something more helpful, or anything rather than your loss. I have given you a thing called common sense - summon that to your aid."

I know my brother is saying a hearty "Amen." to that one. :)

A lesson recorded from one of Isobel's fellow sojourners, Alice Macfarlane," Keep your treasures on the open palm of your hand. If you hold something tight clenched in your fist, God may have to hurt you in order to open your fingers and take it from you. But if it is offered on the open palm of your hand, you will hardly know when it is gone."

I was just handed By Searching, and I am looking forward to uncovering more gems to be savoured and pondered as I read about those who have gone before us and are now surrounding us in a great cloud of witnesses.

Versus

2008-01-30T07:41:00.000-06:00

Life in a temperate climate vs. Life on a tropical island

Life in a temperate climate says that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line.

Life on a tropical island says that the shortest distance between two points is through an air-conditioned building.

Leaving a Legacy

2007-12-30T01:22:00.000-06:00

Last month, I received word that one of the churches I was a member of in the States has disbanded on good terms. A couple of weeks ago, I participated in the 50th anniversary of the church I am a member of here. I have been reflecting a lot on these two events and what it means and what it takes to leave behind a legacy. One church was not even in existence for a decade, yet, it greatly impacted my life and the lives of others through church planting and sending us out into the harvest. I know the church here too as sent many out within the community and abroad. I realize that it is not the extent of your days that determine your legacy, but how you live each one of those days.

Spreading Holiday Cheer

2007-12-10T20:57:00.000-06:00

If the holidays are stressing you out, take a break and check out this site for some guaranteed laughs: www.elfyourself.com. Go on, elf yourself, elf your family, elf your friends for some good clean fun this festive season.

Merry Christmas, ya'll!

My First Thanksgiving

2007-12-07T23:01:00.000-06:00

A friend and I hosted a family from our church for a second Thanksgiving this year. We had turkey, dressing, sweet potato casserole, green bean casserole, broccoli salad, yeast rolls and olives. It was the first time either or us had cooked a turkey or done the dressing. The dressing didn't come out quite right the first time - I didn't add enough juice. But the second time I got it right. Who knew that dressing is the one dish you can do a second try on.

The international table setting - plates (Japan), table cloth (Iran), basket (Singapore), etc, etc.

Don't forget their are two cavaties with "stuff" inside. We named our bird Simon, after Simon Cowell. We don't have Saturday morning cartoons. We have Saturday morning re-runs of American Idol. The "stuff" was stuck. Simon was still frozen on the inside, even though I took him out of the freezer on Tuesday. This is what earned him the name Simon.

Simon taking a really hot bath to defrost his insides.

The defrosted, seasoned, somewhat stuffed Simon. We put the leftover celery from the dressing and an onion inside for flavor.

I forgot to take a "fresh out of the oven" picture. Actually, I forgot to pick my camera up again until after the guests left. Duh! Anyway, I'm thinking they liked it from the looks of things here.

Life is a Highway**

2007-11-25T02:08:00.000-06:00

**Disclaimer: This is one driver's account of her encounter with God. Any feelings of conviction should be taken to God.

I love to drive. I don't really understand all the talk about engine size, but I love to drive. It was on a beautiful Saturday afternoon that I was zipping along the expressway that I discovered there was a price to my love of driving. I have been praying lately that I would be more sensitive to the Holy Spirit's conviction. So I asked, as I was driving, if there was anything I had just written off as no big deal. And, of course, He said, "What about your driving?" as I passed by the speed limit sign at a high rate of speed. I replied, "But I love to drive. . .I'll just pay the fine." This caused God to raise an eyebrow, I am sure. He then politely said, "Oh, really. Are you willing to pay the penalty for all your other sin?" At that I slowed down and moved out of the fast lane with a much different outlook on sin and it's penalty.

Follow the bouncing ball

2007-11-04T01:47:00.000-06:00

Yesterday, I carried off my first ever surprise birthday kidnapping. I think the most surprising part of the adventure was our activity for the day - karaoke. It is a favorite past-time in Asia, but I think it was a first for many in our group of American ladies. It was also very interesting to note some striking differences in our cultural approaches to karaoke.

Asians - karaoke is very serious on the performance aspect with heartfelt solos and a love the microphone

Americans - we like belting out the tunes, but no one picked up the mic to save their lives. It was more like a group sing along.

But for all karaoke singers, there was the common exclamation of "I remember when this song came out . . ."

Identity & Purpose

2007-10-25T03:33:00.000-05:00

I am a list maker. I have mental lists of highlighted Bible verses for different situations and struggles. Two verses took on new meaning to me and got added to my Purpose and Identity list.

1 Peter 1:9
IDENTITY - But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, PURPOSE - that you may declare the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His wonderful light.

I know I have heard endless teaching on the Identity part of this verse, and oh how rich each one of those roles are. I know I could spend another lifetime exploring what each one of them means for my life. But how much sweeter those become placed next to the purpose for each in the believer's life.

Colossian 1:28-29
We proclaim Him, admonishing and teaching everyone with all wisdom, so that we may present everyone perfect in Christ. To this end I labor, struggling with all His energry, which so powerfully works in me.

This is a huge Purpose verse, but it is the second part that really struck me. I had to stop and ask myself a few questions:

1. Do I labor or do I try to get by with the bare minimum and look for the easy way out?
2. Do I rely on and work out of Christ's strength?
3. Is Christ working powerfully through me or am I constantly flashing low battery?

These questions are key, because if these things are lacking then the purpose God has for me in the first verse won't happen.

I know as a human we crave purpose; we are totally lost without purpose. But it always amazes me how many times I settle for merely existing over God's beautiful, huge and eternal purposes.

Cruising the Strip

2007-10-24T00:29:00.000-05:00

Driving is a big deal here, and there is an endless array of campaigns put on by the authorities to insure the safety and well-being of the people. So, what better entertainment could there be, but a campaign about road safety! All you engineers are going to love this one.

A new highway or expressway as we say here, is being completed. In the mail, we received these very well designed booklets with song lyrics - traffic safety song lyrics sung by local artists in every official language. Oh, yes, has to be heard to be believed.

http://www.kpeunderground.sg/

For an added bonus, here is a website that details the costs of cars here. The prices and taxes are regulated.

http://www.lta.gov.sg/motoring_matters/index_motoring_vo.htm

So, put the top down and enjoy your ride.

Personal Alarm Clock

2007-10-23T03:34:00.000-05:00

As I tucked Hannah in bed the first night, she informed me that her mother woke her up every morning by singing her a song. I assured her I would keep that in mind at 6:30 a.m. the next morning. I think she got more than she bargained for. I did too.

Day 1 - The Oscar Mayer Weiner theme song
Day 2 - Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts
Day 3 - Brady Bunch Theme Song
Day 4 - Orea Theme Song
Day 5 - The Song that Never Ends

I have never seen a teenager wake up faster than one who was trying to figure what kind of wacky song was being sung to her at 6:30 a.m.

The Spamily Experience

2007-10-23T03:19:00.000-05:00

Whatever our season of life, it offers its own opportunities and challenges for spiritual growth. Instead of wishing we were in another season, we ought to find out what this one offers. John Ortberg

I find this quote particularly interesting since my brief experience with spamily. My experience was so enlightening that I was inspired to create a new word for it. Spamily - a network of relationships that resemble family, but the memebers are not related by blood or marriage. Like Spam is not meat; James, Hannah and I are not actually related. But like Spam that has it's own recipe books and conventions; they call me "Aunt." That's spamily!

I was pretty curious to see what it was like on what I see so often as greener grass. Realizing, of course, that an essential element was missing from the picture. But also remembering that in my line of work that that essential element is often traveling hither and yon. Nonetheless, the transformation from curiosity to complaining about the constant reappearing stack of dirty dishes happened so much faster than I ever expected. And that is when this quote hit me like a ton of bricks. I wonder if I really learned all that God wanted me to through this experience. Does that mean I will have to repeat it?

Life Stories

2007-06-14T00:10:00.000-05:00

Amelia (see 2 Tomatoes) was here last week to help her parents with medical visits. We were able to meet up one night for coffee. (No, I did not drink coffee.) I really wasn't sure if we had that much in common other than working for non-profit organizations. Even in that work, she is in a whole other world since she is an economist. I can barely balance a checkbook, so determining how to stregthen and boost the economy of a third world country is a little beyond me.

But we soon found a topic that had us going for hours - boys and relationships. I think that topic, like laughter can bridge any cultural gap. We found a lot of common ground as women in our 30's who are still single. I was able to share a great deal about how my faith in God and relationship in Christ has been solid ground to stand on througout my journey. On the surface, she echoed much of what I said about faith and agreed with me on many points. However, there was a hint in her voice and a look in her eye that signaled that she knew her experience was different from mine. I pray that she seeks after that difference.

Stay tuned for your local news

2007-05-28T21:28:00.000-05:00

My brother told me that my tiny little island made the local news where he lives with pictures like this. Just a little FYI, my apartment building is to the right of the one in the picture. I was at work at the time, so I unforatunately missed all the action.

You know you live overseas when . . .

2007-05-28T21:27:00.000-05:00

the perfect house warming gift is a package of hot dogs

2 Tomatoes

2007-03-21T00:59:00.000-05:00

It is always interesting to see the outcome of a serious of seemingly unconnected events. It all started in the radiology department during all those lovely visits to the doctor last month. People from all over Southeast Asia come here for medical care, so any given waiting room in the hospital is converging of languages and people groups. I had noticed a woman about my age wearing a bright floral headscarf with her mother in the waiting room, and when the seat I was standing by came open, I smiled my welcome for her mother to sit down. I was finally able to secure a seat of my own across the aisle, and we struck up a conversation. She is from Bangladesh, but lives in London where she works for an NGO (non-government organization). My name was soon called and we parted ways.

Four days later, one of my colleagues that lives in the same apartment complex came over to borrow 2 tomatoes.

The next day, I went back to the doctor to get the results from all my tests. In front of the hospital is a mall, which is very typical here. Pretty much every building either is a mall, beside a mall, opposite a mall, connected to a mall, around the corner to a mall . . .well, you get the picture. So, I went next door to get 2 tomatoes. On my way to the grocery store, I walked right by the girl from radiology, and next thing I know we are in a full tilt traditional greeting with kisses on both checks and everything. This time, Amelia and I took the time to exchange email addresses and phone numbers. She will be back again to help with her mother's medical care, so who knows where seemingly unconnected events will take us next.

A sad state of affairs . . .

2006-12-19T01:26:00.000-06:00

I live on a tropical island with an average daily temperature of 88F. I work in an air conditioned office. This should be a nice combination. Instead, I am sitting in my cubicle wearing jeans, a long sleeve shirt, a cardigan, took my open toe shoes off and put on socks and have now donned winter gloves. I'm still cold and I am thinking about putting on a fleece jacket. Slight insanity, eh?

Sunday Evening Worship

2006-12-07T19:29:00.000-06:00

For to us a child is born, to us a son is given,

and the government will be on his shoulders.

And he will be called Wonderful Counselor,

Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

Isaiah 9:16

Last weekend, some friends and I went to a performance of Handel's Messiah. Scripture set to music has got to be one of the most beautiful things in the world. As I listened to the choir sing the Isaiah 9:16 passage, I found myself meditating on what it meant for the goverment to be on Jesus's shoulders. At first, I thought about the oppersion of the earthly government - the paranoid one that tried to have him killed as a baby and the apathetic, placating one that sentenced him to death. But that just didn't seem to complete fit. I have also been meditating on Colossians 1: 15-20:

The Son is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation.

For in him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth,

visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities;

all things have been created through him and for him.

He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.

And he is the head of the body, the church;

he is the beginning and the firstborn from among the dead,

so that in everything he might have the supremacy.

For God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in him,

and through him to reconcile to himself all things,

whether things on earth or things in heaven,

by making peace through his blood, shed on the cross.

I am not a theologian by any stretch of the imagination, but as the choir sang the words proclaiming the birth of the Son of God, I was overwhelmed in praise that He is above all.

So, if you have a chance to hear a performance of the Messiah this Christmas or Easter, which will be here before you know it, take your Bible with a good concordance and a notebook and prepare yourself to have a really good Bible Study and quiet time with God.

A Star is Born

2006-12-06T23:50:00.001-06:00

I've always had this kind of secret desire to be an actress, and I think my dream has been realized. (Although the pay wasn't as good as they say it is.) A friend of mine came down to edit her advocacy video for her people groups. I was invited to the premiere viewing in the media consultants cramped office. (I didn't get to wear a big fancy dress though.) I had made a visit to her area last spring, so I was having fun pointing to the screen saying, "I've been there, and "I've been. . .hey, that's me!" Now, of course, only my mom will be able to tell who it is in this video, but if you would like to see my acting debut . . . I'm sure my friend would enjoy your prayers for her people groups as well.

I've been shot

2006-11-16T20:50:00.000-06:00

Last year, I discovered that I have bursitis in my hips, which totally explains the whole Grand Canyon experience. I started having problems again last month, so I an orthopedic doctor this week.

Now I have to tell you about Dr. S - she is a tiny, spunky Indian woman, who has seen and operated on almost half of the personnel in the Pacific Rim.

I was having lunch with some friends and fellow Dr. S patients the day before my appointment, so they, Mom #2 & Mom #3, decided to accompany me to my appointment as "family" support. Mom #2 needed to have some stitches removed for an earlier Dr. S surgery, so it was going to be a very productive morning at the doctor's office.

So while Mom #2 is getting her stitches out, Mom #3 and I go in for the consultation with the doctor. After the initial discussion, of course, Dr. S wants to take a good look at the hip. Mom #3 is now seeing a whole new side of me. Granted I've seen her right after surgery, so I think we are even. It's amazing how "medically" close you become when living overseas - discussing illnesses at the dinner table, sharing the latest remedies for various forms of . . . movements.

Now Dr. S begins pushing on my very sore hip and asks me which spot hurts the worst. You would think doctors would learn by now that once you start that it ALL hurts. But she did find her answer when I nearly jumped off the table. She then suggests a shot of steroids to help with the pain and to calm down the muscles and other things. I'm thinking . . .that sounds nice and that it will be like getting an immunization shot. I should have clued in when she said she would give me a bit of local anesthetic first. It really hurt, but then I found that the anti-inflammatory meds she gave me work really well.

I am now doing exercises to strengthen my leg muscles and trying to "take it easy." So, now taking people on walking tours of my island for awhile. But I think I've also learned that I've got to cut back on one of my favorite hobbies. No, putting together jigsaw puzzles have no affect on my hip - my other hobby - driving and singing really loud and off key. I've found that driving a standard in traffic really aggrevates my hip. All the more motivation to do my exercise.

Here, let me help you with that

2006-11-16T20:33:00.000-06:00

I often wonder why it is that I struggle so much with new foods, but this story might help shed some light on that subject.

I went to a friend's house last month to celebrate the end of the fasting month. The main celebration activity, besides karaoke, is, of course, eating. I sit down at the table and my friend begins telling me what the various dishes on the table are. This can be a blessing and curse - knowing which dish is lung and which one is regular beef is nice. But then there are the times when all the dishes are weird and you just don't want to know. She points to the chicken dish for this year and excitedly tells me that this is a special type of chicken. Her sister-in-law leans over to tell me, in a very happy tone, that they call this "retired chicken" because it's really old. She then proceeds to plop a big ole piece on my plate. I poke at the piece with my spoon and declare with relief in my voice that I must have just gotten a piece of bone, so I move onto to some newer pieces of meat.

I'm doing just fine with the safe dish I found on the table when the sister-in-law reaches over to my plate. "Let me help you with that," she says as she begins to pick of miniscule pieces of meat off the retired chicken for me. I thank her with a smile knowing that I know HAVE to eat this chicken. OK, granted, it wasn't absolutely horrible, but my stomach did let me know that it was done taking in anymore new foods.

Language Study – Day 28

2006-09-10T06:04:00.000-05:00

Motorbike lesson #2. I think my ambition for being able to say I can drive a motorbike has waned since it took me more than a week to get “back in the saddle.” I think it was also the nightmares about trying to stop on really steep hills and rolling backwards. But I finally gave it another go. But this time I was even prepared with a helmet. Bright blue, as if I didn’t stand out enough already and it only cost me $1.45. Again . . .Mom, Dad . . .breath.

This time I also felt more in control and smoother in using the accelerator. It’s funny/scary how much you have to adjust when using the same hand to control the gas and brake. This time I actually followed my teacher out into light traffic out of the neighborhood. I even got up to 40 kph, passed cars, dodged people and potholes. I did chicken out when we got to a main thoroughfare though. People are a little less patient with “a learner” there. So, I at least have the basics down on how to drive a motorbike and can do it if I find myself in a pinch. I wonder if that is a skill that I should add to my resume . . .

But here is the big question: Is it thrilling or disconcerting when you go over a speed bump fast enough to bounce yourself off the seat? Discuss amongst yourselves. . .

Language Study – Day 26

2006-09-10T06:03:00.000-05:00

I knew it would happen eventually. I had heard stories about it. It happens to everyone in some form or fashion. Yep, the complete maddening feeling of utter confusion. It creeps up on you slowly, and before you know it, you are over the edge. We were learning how to tell time, which sounds easy enough. And for the hour to the half-hour it was a breeze. But once we got past the half-hour everything started to fall apart. I tried to keep it all together as long as I could, but eventually the confusion took over and I just had to cry it out. Now keep in mind that this is a culture of complete non-criers. My instructor was a little flustered about what to do to help. It’s funny now . . .also at the sound of tone the time will be jam setenagh delapan malam (7:30 p.m.).

Language Study – Day 23

2006-09-10T06:02:00.001-05:00

You would think that when your next door neighbor and mom away from home comes for a visit that you would have a nice relaxing lunch and day of shopping. Not so, when she is also a language consultant and evaluator. She definitely made me work for my lunch.

The first test was buying a basket. Step 1: figuring out the word for basket. Step 2: trying to say that I want a small, square basket. Step 3: asking for a discount. Here’s the irony, the next day’s language class include shapes and information on bargaining and discounts. We did have success though, she did get a basket.

As we were leaving the shop, she gave me the encouraging pep talk: “Wow, you can say a lot more than I thought you would be able to at this point,” and “I only saw you turn red once, but it didn’t last very long.”

There were several more tests along the way as we shopped and took taxis to different locations. Most of the folks I talked to knew enough English for her to ask, “so, do you understand my friend when she talks to you?” I held my breath as I waited for a yes or no. . . Got all yes’s. Yippee Skippy!!

Language Study – Day 16

2006-09-10T06:02:00.000-05:00

The one culture shock I have experienced here so far is my lack of easy mobility. My lovely coordinated, structured, timely, air conditioned bus and subway system is gone. Also gone is my nice flat land. The hills around here are better than a Stair Master. The easiest way to get around is by motorbike. They can easily navigate through traffic jams and all the one way streets and narrow lanes. So, when I was told that there was a motorbike that wasn’t assigned to anyone and that lessons would be provided, I jumped at the chance to learn. Now I have ridden on motorbikes in several countries now, but I have discovered that riding and driving are completely different. When you realize the responsibility required for remaining upright, you gain an all new appreciation for the four “walls” of a car. My first attempt – made a good run through my neighborhood . . .in first gear . . .top speed of 20 kph . . .only fell into one ditch . . .minor bruise, no blood.

Mom, Dad . . . breath.

Language Study – Day 14

2006-09-10T05:57:00.000-05:00

17 August is Indepence Day here. The English Centre here held a celebration the following Saturday, and I decided to dive deep into culture by attending. I had heard about silly games. I can handle a 3-legged race, pie eating contests, etc. . .but I discovered a whole new level of holiday games. . .eels. Yes, those slimy little suckers are a big part of a much anticipated annual game. Of course, being the foreign guest I just had to participate. The people here are so friendly; it is extremely hard to say no, as you can see from the pictures. In fact, one of the guys who helps run the centre teased me about seeming like I was having a hard time fitting in and getting along with others. I think I was in every picture that was taken that day and talked to pretty much every person that attended. It was a great day, and I even managed to practice my language while trying to figure out how to handle an eel.

Allison, one of my teammates, with the hand-off. Yes, they are alive.

The bottle I had to get the wiggly little suckers into after the hand-off. We lost by one eel . . . thank goodness.

Language Study – Day 8

2006-08-20T23:54:00.000-05:00

This was my first venture out into the kampong (neighborhood) on what I thought was a picture taking expedition, but turned into language practice. I live in the same area as the language school I am attending. Evidently, the folks around here are used to the white people coming around between 4 – 6 p.m., because I was greeted by everyone with eager faces waiting the days round of questions. In fact, most of them already know what the day’s questions will be. At this point, though, all I have been taught is basically how to greet your neighbors, how to greet good friends you haven’t seen in a long time and how to greet strangers. Not a whole lot of conversation going on at this point. But I was greeted by total strangers with the informal greetings for neighbors that you see on a daily basis. It does boost one’s confidence though to find everyone so eager to talk to you, instead of running into their homes.

So after my first encounter and running out of things to say, I was stopped by two ladies playing ping pong. A little ping pong never hurt, and where my verbal skills lacked hopefully my pitiful playing skills would fill in for some entertainment. Now remember I thought I was going on a photo expedition, so I have a friend’s digital camera with me. I couldn’t decide if I needed the regular lenses or the wide angel, so I decided to bring my purse, fully-loaded, along as a camera bag. As I pick up the ping pong paddle, I set my purse down on the ground, which evidently was a no-no. My new friend, Ibu Linda, shook her head, picked up my purse and handed it to her neighbor, who was standing there. “She hold for you,” she said. I agreed with a pleasant smile on my face at their thoughtfulness as a knot forms in stomach and my Dad’s voice rings in my ear about how this is probably not a safe situation. I tried with all my might to play ping pong, practice language, keep a watchful eye on my bag, pray and pretend like all this was normal all at the same time. In between serves, Ibu Linda and I discussed her children and where I was from. But, I have to admit that the panic and worry got to me and I quickly came up with the word for tomorrow. So with a promise for a rematch tomorrow I reclaimed my purse, and carefully determined that it at least still weighed the same. I also made a pact with myself to leave the purse at home tomorrow. Lessons learned. . . .

Language Study – Day 1

2006-08-08T06:53:00.000-05:00

Language classes don’t begin until 14 Aug, but the adventure has already begun. Today, I met Sissy, who showed me around the city a bit. Nothing outrageous like falling off a motorbike happened during the morning. But everything unraveled when it came time for me to prepare dinner.

First, came the revelation that I should wash things before use. I discovered that when I poured a precious pouch of Kool-Aid into a pitcher only to discover a neat, now purple, spider web inside. There just was no salvaging that galloon of Kool-Aid.

Then came the making of Mac n Cheese. OK, I cheated a little. I brought this from Singapore. But I actually got some good advice once to bring some food items with you, so you will have something to eat until you find the grocery store and figure out what is and is not available. I was pretty certain that butter and milk were a safe bet. Finding a proper pot on the other hand proved to be a challenge. After determining that rust was not on the list of recommended daily vitamins and minerals, I put the first pot back in the cabinet. My second attempt proved less hazardous to my health, but not exactly a pot you serve guests out of. I did also find in my search a strainer and some Tupperware containers for the leftovers – miracles in my book. Mind you this cabinet is all the size of a small suitcase.

After washing all these dishes it came time to light the stove. I don’t like fire. It makes me really nervous. So, I light my match. Holding the match in my right hand, I turn on the burner with my left hand and cautiously move the match towards the gas. It ignites and suddenly shuts off again. So I repeat. And it happens again. That’s when I realize that after turning on the burner with my left hand, I need to let go of the knob. Right hand lights the fire, brain screams, left hand turns off the fire. I think I got everything working together on the fourth try, and dinner was a success. Except for one last thing . . . are bananas supposed to have crunchy things in them?

Get Real

2005-11-30T02:15:00.000-06:00

I really do like Christmas. I really do like decorating for Christmas. I really do NOT like artificial Christmas trees. I'm sure it is a personal bias since I grew up with real trees every year. People complain about the needles falling off, the sap, etc. Have you fluffed a fake tree lately? It's scratchy and prickly and needles fall off!! With a fake tree if there is a hole you feel obliged to rearrange branches to cover it up. With a real tree, you stand back and marvel at God's unique creation - holes and all. Give me pre-fluffed, holey, a la natural, with the wonderful scent of pine thank you .

Sweet Rewards

2005-11-28T17:46:00.000-06:00

Sweet Rewards

One of the best things about my job is that I automatically become Aunt Kathryn to all the children, MKs, throughout the Pacific Rim. When I left in 2003, there were only 4 MKs here. Now there are 11 with one on the way. It is such a treat to watch them grow and be a part of their lives. Here is a picture of me and one of my mischievous little protégées.

The Pink Revolution

2005-11-27T21:26:00.000-06:00

Since the 5th grade, I have been vehemently opposed to the color pink. I say since the 5th grade because my mother likes to point out that in the 4th grade, pink and purple were my favorite colors. I'm not sure what has happened (probably a pre-30 crisis), but I have rediscovered the novel color of pink.
OK, I'm sure you are wondering why I am wearing a coat considering I live on a tropical island. I thought I was going to be spending the first week of December in Japan and Korea, hence the need for a new cute coat. Unfortunately, the trip was canceled, but I still walk away a winner with this new coat.