Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Christmas Eve Report

Here it is New Years Eve and I never updated about Christmas.

So I will attempt to briefly cover our unusual Christmas Eve night.

First of all a big Thank You and shout out to Tanner Johnson. Tanner is a friend from church back in our Athey Creek days and he was Leisl's first violin teacher. There isn't anything remarkable about that except that at the time Tanner was...fourteen years old.

He comes from a very musically gifted family and is quite amazing. Since our family doesn't go to the same church any more we don't see Tanner very often but he graciously put us on "the list" for the annual Michael Allen Harrison Christmas Concert since he was performing in it.

So Christmas Eve we jumped into the van and braved the wind, cold, snow and slush to head downtown to the Old Historic Church.

It was so worth it!

The concert was great and it was so nice to see Tanner and his family.

I have to include a picture of Tanner and our kids for no reason other than to show you his hair.

It's his real, natural, God-given hair and I think it deserves it's own zip code...


After the concert I was dreaming about crawling into my nice warm bed. But everyone was wound up and hungry.

We decided to see if Shari's was open and sure enough it was.

Sooo, at 11:30 PM our very loud, giddy family took over the Shari's restaurant and thankfully I had sense enough to put the point and shoot camera into my pocket.

Oh my!

Before I show you pictures I have to give you a little history about my dear Captain.

Over the years, when the Captain and I would go out to eat, we would both order an entree/ dinner and a kids' meal for each of the kids.

Now especially when the kids were little, they would never finish their food and I would always have a good amount left over.

I don't know if it's the Filipino factor or not but we cannot stand to see food go to waste. Sometimes we box it up and take it home but often the Captain will start cleaning plates and end up being way too full.

Since Nana and Papa live here now we have even more leftovers because Nana never finishes her food at a restaurant and is always telling "Sonny boy" to eat.

Well The Captain is no dummy. A few years ago he started ordering dinner salads when we dined out.

Dinner salad?

That's it?

Yup.

He'd eat his salad and then wait.

Pretty soon he'd be eating Leisl's salmon, Nana seafood Alfredo, my Ravioli, etc...

Every time we went out he had a smorgasbord!

I don't know what he was thinking on Christmas Eve. He ordered a Fish and Chip basket-

Which he ate.

I had the pot roast, which was surprisingly good, but I couldn't finish. I don't even think I ate half of it. There is only so much dinner I can eat at midnight!

So he leaned over to me and said, "Was that good?"

I said, "Yeah, try some."

*scooch, scooch* I slid my plate in front of him.

As soon as Brigitta saw that, well, *scooch, scooch* went the spaghetti and meatballs as she said,

"Oh Daddy, I'm full too!"

Then,

"Oh, Daddy here's my salad," chimed Leisl.

*scooch, scooch*

This is what my husband looked like--



He finished most of the food in front of him and then noticed Kurt has abandoned his food down at the other end of the table.

"Hey look, there's more food over here!!


He quickly finished off the food down there--


Then he came back to our end of the table and looked around at all the plates in front of him--

and, very seriously, looked at me and said,

"Look honey, I ordered the left side of the menu."


Monday, December 29, 2008

Mama Who?

Throughout my posts here on Mishmash I make reference to my friend named Holli.
If that name doesn't ring any bells it's probably because for years now we have called her by the nickname--

Mama Hollioni

Now you've probably thought me quite rude to never include any linkage to Mama Hollioni. But I am here to tell you, it's not my fault. Really.

Ya see, Mama Hollioni has this great blog about her everyday life called Shih-nanigans but I can't give any linky love because it's a private blog. Invite only.

I don't complain too much because, hey, I got an invite. (It's all about who you know ;)

But awhile back she started this other blog called Mama Hollioni in the Kitchen.

Also invite only. (Aren't you starting to feel left out? I know!)

After checking out that blog I just had to petition on behalf of Mishmash readers and readers of all blogs everywhere.

I would like to say that I used excellently honed skills of persuasion to convince Mama Hollioni to abolish the discriminating practice of "invite only" blogdom.

But I do believe my often repeated words consisted of, "Private-schivate when are you taking this thing public?!"

Now I know and you know the blogosphere is bursting at the belt-buckle with cooking blogs. I was looking through a few of them one Saturday morning and I started to get a migraine.

There are too many and after a little while they all look the same to me.

"Lainie, if that is how you feel, why are you telling us about yet another cooking blog?"

Oh this is not just an ordinary cooking blog.

You see, Mama Hollioni is married to Mr. I-Love-Gourmet-Food. And two of her children share their dad's fondness for good grub.

They would be Mr. Good-Eater-From-The-Womb aka Can't-Feed-Him-Enough-Fast-Enough and Little Miss Eats-Anything-And Everything.

However, she also has a child with a long feeding disorder history and extreme sensory integration especially to texture.

As most of us moms can testify, making multiple meals to satisfy individual preferences (legitimate or not) gets really old, really fast.

We've had our share of separate meals due to severe food allergies and the whole process was exhausting to me.

Ah, but here is where Mama Hollioni comes in...

ya see she is not a chef that creates all of these eye-catching, mouth-watering meals to impress heads of State.

Nope.

She is a wife and mother trying to feed her family good, wholesome meals within a budget while maintaining her sanity.

She collects recipes and then she tries each and every one of them out on her family.

The only recipes that get posted on her blog are the recipes that produce meals every person in her family will eat.

And likes.

And actually says, "That was good Mom! May I have some more?"

That means Mr. Gourmet hubby loves it and Little Mister Please-Don't-Put-Anything-Green-On-My-Plate loves it.

She tells you where the original recipe came from, anything she's done to tweak it and provides lots of how-to pictures.

This is her first day "going public" so hop on over there and look around, vote in her poll, in other words welcome her to this wonderful world of the blogosphere!

Without further ado, I present...

(trumpets please)









Saturday, December 27, 2008

Week 11: Highlights

I realized I never posted anything for Week 11 so here we go.

In history we studied Jacob's move to Egypt by invitation from his son Joseph. We also learned about the Hyksos which invaded Egypt around 1876 B.C.

Kurt was very fond of that invasion--



Next we learned about the Old Babylonian Kingdom and the Code of Hammurabi (1760 B.C.)

Apparently the kiddos were feeling a bit punchy when they did their notebooking that day. They were fascinated by some of the laws that Hammurabi established, particularly the law that decreed "if a surgeon carried out an operation that killed a patient, he had his hand cut off." (Usborne Ancient World © 2004)

Brigitta provided us with a nice, "normal" depiction of the Code as it would have been displayed in a town center.



Leisl however took it in a slightly different direction--



If you look closely, in the bottom left-hand corner is a "patient" wishing to file a complaint.
Above and to the right is a distraught wife realizing her husband is about to have his hand chopped off. And of course the husband, pun very much intended, saying, "I don't think I can handle it either."

If you look very closely, in the background, there is an architect whose building has just collapsed and he is exclaiming, "Rats!" The Code also decreed that an architect whose building collapsed and killed someone was to be put to death. Farewell architect dude.

I comfort myself with the fact that they are, at the very least, paying attention to detail. (Hmmmph, clear throat)

Let's not forget about Kurt!!

Kurt what do you have to say about the Code of Hammurabi?



Oh that's very nice! Look at... hmmm... look it's, it's



Why it's Master Yoda complete with light saber!!!

Nice.


Well, let's move on to the only woman to successfully declare herself Pharaoh with Queen Hatsheput shall we?

She was really into Extreme Home Makeovers and erected lots of buildings and monuments to honor... herself. But hey, she was the first woman in the "White House" so to speak.

The kiddos were assigned another notebooking page. They were to draw an obelisk in honor of someone.

This was actually really, really sweet.

They didn't tell each other who the honoree was until afterwards and the girls did an obelisk honoring each other!

Isn't that the sweetest?

Here is Brigitta's obelisk honoring Leisl:



And here is Leisl's obelisk honoring Brigitta:



And once again, let's not forget Kurt.

He wanted to honor Papa and The Captain:



Wait, what have we here Kurt?

Could it be?

Is it really?



Yes, Master Yoda, we meet again...

Moving on...

Finally, we are back with the children of Israel and the birth of Moses.

Here is an update of our timeline, which is thankfully, Yoda-free.



We've enjoyed a very nice break and are quite ready to get back into the swing of things.

Week 12 Highlights coming soon to a blog near you!


Thursday, December 25, 2008

Over at miscel(Lainie)ous: Christmas, Catastrophe and Comfort

" It was Christmas Day 2002. Although we weren’t having guests over, our home was noisy & busy. Trying to prepare Christmas dinner with three small children can be quite a challenge and that year, it was definitely best that we didn’t have any witnesses..." To keep reading click here.




Wednesday, December 24, 2008

True Judgment

I came across a passage of Scripture in my One Year Bible that stopped me in my tracks.

It's from the Minor Prophet Zechariah Chapter 7 verses 9 and 10:

Thus speaketh the LORD of hosts, saying, Execute true judgment, and shew mercy and compassions every man to his brother: And oppress not the widow, nor the fatherless, the stranger, nor the poor; and let none of you imagine evil against his brother in your heart.


There are many descriptions and names of God used in the Bible to reveal a different characteristic of God and His nature. The "Lord of hosts" or Yehovah/Yahweh Sabaoth is used to reveal God heading a host or an army.

When enemies of Israel come, the Lord of hosts is often the description used for God as He conquers enemies and delivers His people.

I found it remarkable, but not surprising, that God, who is a powerful, commander of the armies of heaven, tells us to execute true judgment by "showing mercy and compassions every man to his brother."

It never ceases to amaze me that God, who could squish me like a bug for very good reasons, chooses instead to show me mercy and compassions.

His greatest display of mercy and compassion of course being His Son Jesus dying of the cross for my sins. But I think it remarkable that He doesn't stop there.

He also provides His Spirit to live in me and change me/ conform me to His image.

In other words, He is making me like Him--merciful and compassionate.

Honestly, I don't always cooperate with the work. Mercy is often substituted for self-righteousness and compassion fades in the harsh glare of criticism.

I know that is my bend, my sin nature in the same way I know that God is faithful to complete the work He has begun in my life.

But as I read this passage today the part that pierced my heart the most was the end of verse 10:

and let none of you imagine evil against his brother in your heart.

A little quiz for us today... Have you ever had a "fight" with someone in your mind/heart?

Have you ever failed to give someone the benefit of the doubt only to learn later that you read the situation/response/intention wrong?

Have you ever assumed that someone like your husband or sister or friend or child or the clerk at the store was being critical or judgmental only to find out you exhausted a significant amount of brain power and anguish over something that wasn't even real?

I have.

Also known as "mental gymnastics," I have wasted too much time and energy defending myself to myself in light of an imaginary enemy.

Perhaps that's why the Lord asks us to simply love Him, with all our heart, soul, mind and strength and to love other people like ourselves.

If we are loving others, truly loving others, we can walk as simply as that preschooler who has been taught, "Treat others the way you want to be treated."

I have been misunderstood. I have had people explode in anger over something they thought I said or did.

It hurts.

And sadly, I misunderstand other people and assume that they think ill of me or other people.

I realized this morning that too much time is spent analyzing other peoples motives, actions, attitudes, words and silences. In other words, imagining evil against my brothers and sisters in my heart.

As we head into our Christmas celebrations, I want my focus, my heart to be on why Jesus came.

Even as the Son of man came not to be ministered unto,
but to minister, and to give his life a ransom for many.
Matthew 20:28

He came not to judge the world but to save it (John 12:47) and provides us the ability to fulfill His command...

This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I have loved you.
John 15:12







Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Knock, knock, knock

My son just knocked on our front door.

I opened it up to find him holding this:







That is one ginormous icicle.

Other than that I have caved and jumped on Facebook. Oh my... everyone is on there!




Giveaway Winners

Well since there were a whopping TWO entries (hee hee) you both get one.

Congrats Andrea and Kim!

In other news, there is at least one person I know of that can't watch the "Midnight Chat" video devotionals because of bandwidth problems.

The Captain and I finally ventured out together today to run errands. I picked up a 'cake box' of DVD-Rs so I can burn the videos to disc.

So if anyone else needs a disc copy just let me know.

My brain is as blank as all this snow.



Hopefully I can drum up a post sometime soon but if not...



Merry Christmas everyone!!




Saturday, December 20, 2008

Midnight Chat: His Mercy Endures Forever

Psalm 136: 1-9 & DVD Giveaway deadline is Today, Monday December 22nd at 5pm PST (to enter simply leave a comment).



(Sorry for the distortion-- when I upload it's all stretched out)

These are all available on iTunes and they are formatted fine on there...


Read this after viewing the video.


I thought about this after I finished up this morning... That God's mercy is most clearly seen in the provision of His Son Jesus who is the Light of the world.

***
The Star of Bethlehem is the name of the video that I refer to and more information can be found here: http://www.bethlehemstar.net/

We bought a few of them for gifts and The Captain and I decided this morning that we would make one copy of it a giveaway here on Mishmash!

How exciting, my very first giveaway.

So, to enter, please leave a comment telling me if you're in a "day time" or a "night time" season before 5pm Pacific on Monday December 22nd, 2008.

I'll announce the winner on Tuesday morning (Lord willing).

Winner will be selected by "random" drawing i.e. I'll put all your names in a hat and have The Captain pick one (unless of course a very large number of people enter--which I highly doubt).

If we get an unmanageable number of entries I'll use random.org like everyone else :)

***
On a side note, I was thinking the other day about why I call these "Midnight Chats" since they aren't usually right at midnight. I realized that at midnight (12 am) both "hands" of the clock are raised straight up towards heaven. It 's a visual reminder to me to have the clock of my heart set at midnight :)


Good Morning

It is snowing (again) and has been snowing most of the night it appears.

They closed the Portland Community College and with it the Performing Arts Center.

Both Nutcracker performances are canceled for today :(

At least we got to see it last night (Opening Night).

I can't believe the show came together with only one rehearsal at the theater. The kids did an amazing job.

Earlier in the week I was so dreading going in to do it. It was so cold and snowy, I just wanted to stay home and bake cookies!

But once we were there on Thursday and I saw it come together, I remembered why we love doing this show.

It was great!

And now several hundred people are very disappointed. If the snow and ice don't stop today there is a good chance tomorrow will be canceled too and that means two more shows and several hundred more people won't be able to see how hard their kids (grandkids, nieces, nephews, etc...) have worked.

This will provide opportunity for character development for sure but it's still sad.

I didn't bring my camera with me on Thursday or Friday but here is a picture of the girls last year during rehearsal...

They are both soldiers this year and hopefully we'll have pictures from the photographer at the theater soon.

*****

I also wanted to let you know there is another Midnight Chat video coming later today. I'm waiting for the embedding code.

There is a video called The Star of Bethlehem I make reference to. It will be my very first Giveaway here on Mishmash so stayed tuned for that.

I hope you all have a blessed day.


Thursday, December 18, 2008

On Chopping Trees

It's been a while since I posted anything from Jon Courson's, A Pillar By Day.
There have been so many good ones lately I haven't been able to decide! With that said, here is one from December 14th that has stuck with me. Without further ado, here it is:


When thou shalt besiege a city a long time, in making war against it to take it,
thou shalt not destroy the trees thereof by forcing an axe against them:
for thou mayest eat of them, and thou shalt not cut them down
(for the tree of the field is man's life) to employ them in the siege:


Only the trees which thou knowest that they be not trees for meat,
thou shalt destroy and cut them down;
and thou shalt build bulwarks against the city
that maketh war with thee, until it be subdued.
Deuteronomy 20:19-20



When the Israelites went into battle, their axes were not to fly indiscriminately.
That is, they were not to cut down any fruit-bearing tree.

This is a good word for us because in our battle against principalities and powers, against the Devil, our adversary, if we're not careful, we can cut down trees that bear fruit-- other believers, denominations, or churches who might have an entirely different flavor than ours, but from which we can be nourished.

Wise is the believer who says, "Lord, help me see what I can glean from that group, what I can learn from those people."

So much of what I've learned has been from trees that, in my own fleshly tendency, I would have chopped down. Wouldn't it be something if all the energy we expended analyzing ministries and criticizing Christians was harnessed against the real Enemy?

Yes, there's a war to wage, a battle to fight. And some trees are apostate indeed.

But others have fruit that we can glean, through which we can grow, from which we can gain strength for the battle against the Enemy of our souls.





Wednesday, December 17, 2008

He's Here!!

Jesus coming back?

I wish.

Santa?

Ah, I don't think so.

It's Steve the furnace guy from AAA Heating and Cooling!!

Heat.

Ours.

Soon.

YES!



Tuesday, December 16, 2008

It's Just Been One of Those Days

It's very cold for Portland Oregon. (21 degrees last night and not much higher during the day.)

Our furnace died yesterday.

The technician ended up in a ditch so they didn't think he could make our service call today.

But it was totally okay since we have food and clothes and a gas fireplace.

The Captain was just pulling into the garage so I thought I would be funny.

Then I found out that our furnace tech did make it and was also here!!

Yippee:)

I was surprised they were here since they were supposed to call me when they were an half an hour out.

But that's okay right? You know, that they didn't call.

Although if they had called odds would have been, you know, better that I wasn't wearing

um....

antlers on my head!




I went to the restroom after they left and realized this is what I looked like--the entire time they were here.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Oh Nana

For those of you new here, Nana is the name everyone calls my Mom.

You can read more about Nana and her Nana-isms here and here and here.

She is Filipino but only lived in the Philippines until she was twelve. Then she moved to Hawaii.

Oh, but after that she moved to Charleston, South Carolina.

She lived for a little while in Chicago then of course off to Japan where I was born before we finally settled in San Diego.

The accent this woman has.

Oh. my.

You combine that with all the American sayings... it's too much.

I am waaaay behind in posting Nana-isms. She has been on a roll lately.

(For those of you that don't know Nana in real life, please know that not only does she not mind us telling about her "Nana-isms" she will often tell them herself.

And, if I blog about them, she makes me read the posts to her then she acts out each incident as though I wasn't there the first time.

She is the cutest, little Filipino woman you ever did meet and she has the biggest, most generous heart of anyone I ever met. So no worries --she eats this up :)


#1) It was a little loud in our house (shocking I know) and it was getting overwhelming so Nana got up to leave and go home. She said, "I'm going home. It's too noisy. It's like cannonballs throwing at me."

#2) Nana was telling us all about her assorted injuries and was afraid she would get yet another bruise because she had bumped her face.

"Lain, can you look to see if I have a Bruce on my chick?"

What?!

"You know, (point, point to her face) a bruce on my chick!"

Oh, you mean a bruise on your cheek?

"Yeah, that's what I said!"

#3) My Mom, since she lives next door, will usually come over and do our dishes after dinner. She jokes around and says she is our "Kitchen Aide." I don't know what we were doing but she had just finished washing the dishes, sat on the couch and talked to us for awhile then, got up and went back to the kitchen to find--more dishes.

She was trying to say the dishes were reproducing.

But what she said was, "More dishes? It's like giving birth!"

#4) My Dad was telling a story about something that happened with them earlier in the day. Nana was wanting to tell Papa not to get his "feathers ruffled."

What she said was, "Don't get your horse high!"

and last but not least,

#5) She told Leisl, "Let's watch "Prince of Narnia." And she told Papa she only likes Disc 1 of The Mask of Zorro because Disc 2 has all the "side effects."



Saturday, December 13, 2008

So, I got a question for ya...

I was reading the funniest post ever over at Short Stop and while over there, I left a comment on a different post in response to the question,

"What is your most memorable childhood Christmas gift?"

This is an amplified version of the response I left in her comment section:


We would always celebrate Christmas Eve at my grandparents home. I have wonderful memories of lots of good food, tons of presents and staying up way past midnight with my immediate family plus all my aunts, uncles and cousins.

My family is hilarious and we spent those hours laughing, eating and being incredibly loud!

My grandparents moved to America from the Philippines in October and this tradition of celebrating at their home started that very first Christmas.

I remember it well, it was Christmas Eve 1971 and I was 4 years old.

My grandpa called me over and the whole family gathered around.

At that time I was the youngest in the family and the only granddaughter-a title I held for twenty years.

He told me to close my eyes and hold out my hand.

I was nervous about that but as I looked around at my family they all encouraged me and said he had a special gift just for me.

My little four year old brain was thinking, "Oooh, this only granddaughter thing is awesome!"

So, I closed my eyes and held out my little hand.

I felt something being placed in my hand that I didn't recognize.

It wasn't heavy but it wasn't real light either. It was hard and kind of warm.

I couldn't figure out what it was so I kept asking,

"Can I open my eyes? Can I open my eyes?"

Finally, they said I could open my eyes.

I did.

There in my hand...


Grandpa's false teeth.

I screamed, threw his teeth in the air and cried all at the same time.

They all laughed.

I fell for this a few more Christmas Eves. Everyone would promise that it wouldn't be his teeth and every year, there they were!

He stopped giving me his teeth the year I said, "Cool, can I keep this?"

Just brings a tear to your eye doesn't it?

Ah yes, my crazy but wonderful family. Lots of good memories, false teeth and all.

This is me and my "stuff" the Christmas before the false teeth. I made out like a bandit!

So, what about you?

"What is your most memorable childhood Christmas gift?"


My First Award!

Mrs. Bridget G. of The Lord's Beautiful Things
gave me this award






The rules of this award are:

to give it to five other blogging sisters

and to confess five things I'm addicted to.


I have to say, it was really hard to limit myself to five giveaways. I think many blogs and the women behind them are fabulous but I am a rule follower so I will play along ;)

With that said, I award the "Fabulous" award to:

• Sarah at Thread of Grace

• Kim at This Little House

• Alice at The Emmett Crew

• Lisa at Elbows On Our Table

• Cora at Hidden Riches From Secret Places

All these women are amazing to me and all of them inspire me which is fabulous.

Now for the second part of this award (which I'm probably taking too seriously) is to list five things I'm addicted to.

I really don't like this word. I've seen too much actual, destructive addiction in real life so I had to find a more positive way to look at this list.

I looked up the word addicted and the definition I'm using is, "enthusiastically devoted to."

So with that said here are my five "addictions"-

• Jesus

• My husband

• My children

• Blogging

• My electric blanket

Thank you all my blogging buddies that inspire me in my walk with the Lord and in my role as a wife and mother. You are all fabulous--award or not :)


Friday, December 12, 2008

Meal Vouchers


I ran out of meal vouchers for our local rescue mission. I keep a stack in my van to hand out to the homeless.

As I was printing more out, I realized many people may not know they exist.

If you are in the Portland, Oregon area, the Portland Rescue Mission has vouchers you print from their website.

http://www.portlandrescuemission.org/opportunities/meals

They also list 10 ideas for helping the homeless.

10 Ideas for Helping a Homeless Person

1. Anticipate the opportunity and be prepared.

2. Smile and actually say hello. Show respect. It gives dignity.

3. Engage the person. Don't ignore them. Ask what their greatest need is. If money, what will they do with it? Think creatively about how to help.

4. Offer an alternative. Carry with you inexpensive healthy food items like granola bars or fruit snacks.

5. Carry public transportation (www.trimet.org) tickets and encourage them to get to Portland Rescue Mission for food, shelter and other immediate needs (Skidmore Fountain stop).

6. Keep water bottles in your car and offer a refreshing drink.

7. Go out of your way to approach them rather than crossing the street to avoid them.

8. Afterward, be sure to pray for both their physical needs as well as their spiritual hunger.

9. Be tender, ready to share hope and encouragement. Carry tracts if that's useful.

10. Print out our coupons and carry them with you. Tape them to a snack bar or water bottle. Tell the person that you support Portland Rescue Mission so that their needs will be met.

***
If you're not in the Portland, Oregon area, you might want to check your local area to see if they have a similar program or perhaps suggest it if they don't.

It has been a very easy way to help especially during this time of year when the weather gets so cold. Every person I've handed them to is very grateful to receive it.


Thursday, December 11, 2008

In Which I Cover My Mouth Too Late

As you probably know, Thursday is our midweek bible study at church which we have fondly nicknamed, "Thirsty Thursday."

A few of us were talking before our study started and for no good reason I was being a wise guy and teasing, playfully, but teasing none the less some folks at church.

I suppose in the interest of transparency I should confess I was hassling Jim and Steve.

I should probably clarify that Jim is, well,

Pastor Jim (of this infamous story) and Steve would be...

our other Pastor.

I hadn't noticed beforehand that the microphone/recorder thing was blinking.

Just as Pastor Jim started I pointed to the mic and mouthed, with great exaggerated enunciation, to Steve,

"Is. This. On?"
(point, point, point)

"It's. Blinking."
(blinking motion with fingers then point, point, point again)

To which he nodded in the affirmative.

I gasped in horror and clasped my hand over my mouth.

I realized all my "wise guy-ness" had been recorded.

Ah, oops

It was in that moment that I remembered this verse from Hebrews 4:

Neither is there any creature that is not manifest in his sight: but all things are naked and opened unto the eyes of him with whom we have to do.

In other words, there is no hiding from God. He sees and hears it all. And His opinion is the only one that matters.

I wasn't too concerned about my words before I realized they were being recorded. I had forgotten that my words are always being recorded. In Heaven.

Smell that? I believe it's more wood, hay and stubble being added to my pile.

sigh.

My mouth, big surprise, has gotten me into trouble more than once.

There is an old saying, "Your strength is your weakness."

Well, talking is my strength and unfortunately putting my foot into my mouth, offending someone or hurting their feelings are the weaknesses.

I then remembered this verse from Proverbs 10 which the New Living Translation hits squarely on the head:

Don't talk too much, for it fosters sin. Be sensible and turn off the flow!

Although I was listening to our study tonight, I was continuing to work through my thoughts about my mouth and my often careless use of words.

I took comfort that even though I slipped tonight and regressed into my former wise guy ways, that I can see the Lord's faithfulness in my life by the work He has already done.

~I am much better than I used to be in the sarcasm department.

~I am a bit slower to offer advice.

~I am practicing being gentle with my voice.

~I definitely need work in the interrupting department. I haven't acquired the listening skills I would prefer.

Overall, I know the Lord is working His character into my life and that He will be faithful to complete what He started.

I started to think about that entire ending of Hebrews 4 starting in verse 12:

For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.

Neither is there any creature that is not manifest in his sight: but all things are naked and opened unto the eyes of him with whom we have to do.

Seeing then that we have a great high priest, that is passed into the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our profession.

For we have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin.

Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.

Yes Jesus is our High Priest who has faced all of our temptations and yet never sinned. He lived life perfectly and now not only intercedes on our behalf but has switched places with us in the eyes of the Father.

Now when God sees us that believe and accept the sacrifice Christ made on our behalf, He sees the perfect life that Jesus lived out. All my sins, all my sarcasm, all my wise guy remarks were nailed to the cross of Calvary.

Truly I can come to the throne of grace (that unearned and unmerited favor) and find grace to help and boy do I need help!

My heart was again flooded with the peace that surpasses all understanding.

I know that the Lord is working in me- refining me. I can trust the grace provided to me.

As soon as Pastor Jim finished Steve walked over and picked up the recorder.

"Oh no. It was still on pause."

Apparently, it hadn't recorded anything.

I had to smile as I remembered Romans 5:20,

"But where sin abounded, grace did abound much more"



Wednesday, December 10, 2008

A Gift of Love

I have no words other than, "Wow" and "Thank you" for this post at Holy Experience.

Take a quiet moment and go there... you will be so blessed.


Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Practically Speaking: Attachments In Order


I love finally having and using my KitchenAid mixer. My only problem was storing the attachments in a convenient spot.

I found a boxed set of two little shelves/ledges at Target for $9.99.

Enlisting the help of our very own Papa, I had him drill three holes and glue in pieces of doweling. It was quite easy (from what I heard) and after mounting the little shelf in the kitchen I have simple, convenient storage.

Now using my mixer is as easy as

One,

Two,



Three!



For other household tips and useful information, visit Works For Me Wednesday at Rocks In My Dryer.


I Can Do Math!


This summer, on a whim, I checked out this book called The Lemonade War by Jacqueline Davies. And by whim I mean that it was a display book on a table in our new library and it caught my eye.

I read the book before giving it to the kids because I wasn't familiar with the author, etc...

I let my older two read it (11 & 10) with discussion because topics like divorce, jealousy and pride (you know the sad parts of real life) are in there.

It's been a few months since I read it and although I thought it was really good, I didn't think too much about it.

But now, twelve weeks into school, I realize how much that book helped me with math!

Trying not to write spoilers, the book is about an older boy who struggles with math and his bright little sister who will be advanced into his grade and his struggles with not feeling smart. They have a lemonade stand contest and the story ends very well.

But all along his journey, he practices putting algebraic math into "pictures" that he can wrap his brain around and guess what? My brain wrapped around it.

I can now help Leisl with her Singapore 5A math. And since her brain works like mine and not like her Dad's genius math brain, I can explain it to her in a way she understands. Visually.

You know, with pictures!!

It's been a blessing and I am so encouraged to "get" something that has eluded me all my life.

Seriously, algebra was very painful. There was no one in my family that could help me with homework except my Dad who was often out to sea (Navy). Algebra specifically was a frustrating and, for me, shameful experience.

All last year when Leisl's math would toss in an Algebra problem I would call the Captain at work or we would wait until he came home. I could never remember how to set-up the problem. I was making myself nutty and confusing poor Leisl. I kept trying to remember which formula went with what type of problem.

My brain doesn't work like that and I just learned that it's okay.

I have to think through the problem logically and draw a little picture.

And now, decades after my last math class, I get it. Finally.

Better late than never I say.

Just thought I'd share in case there are other very visual, math challenged parents out there.

Perhaps it will help you too.




Monday, December 8, 2008

Fancy-Schmancy



To quote Darcy from Life With My 3 Boybarians, "Your baby blog is all grown up!"

Apparently I hope to be hanging around the blogosphere for awhile since yesterday I made the plunge and became a "dot com."

Ooooooh, dot com!

My two new addresses are mishmashmaggie.com and miscel-lainie-ous.com

I'm not sure what happens for those of you that "follow" this blog through a reader. Does it change the address automatically? If one of you could let me know that would be awesome.

For those that bookmark, you might want to click on the link and bookmark the "new" page. I don't know how long it will transition for... (you would think I would find these things out first huh?)

And for those of you that type in the address, good news! You now have less to type :)

If you click on the miscel-lainie-ous link, I have a new "Daybook" entry posted over there.

I just wanted you share my exciting news.

I hope y'all have a good Monday :)

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