Week 21 of 52 - And life goes on for now...

Seeing as how we’re still here today, I need to write a blog post.

Thankfully, our debt repayment plan did not rely on a 5/21/11 rapture appointment. If that was the case, I certainly wouldn’t have paid off the credit card. Knowing my tendencies, I would also be driving a 2011-something or other.

Don’t get me wrong, I do believe in the rapture. I do not believe it can be predicted by anyone.

But of that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but the Father alone. Mark 13:32

If God isn’t telling Jesus, I will wager against any earthly dude making predictions. (Besides if I lose, I will be gone anyway so it’s a pretty safe bet).



As for photos this week, my curly-headed fellow came home looking quite "big boy" in his crew cut. Dad took him to the stylist.  I'm lucky he has any hair at all.  It made me start thinking about all the little boy things about him that will change before I know it.

The boy loves his stuffed animals.  We've named them, and here he is with Franklin the frog, Buddy Bear, and Dudley Duck.  Yes, my alliteration fondness goes to extremes with these animals.  He always chooses a stuffed animal from the Awana store, takes the same one to show-and-tell for weeks in a row, and doesn't hesitate to confiscate his brother's stuffed animals from his room too. I already see his interests pulling towards noisier pursuits, but for now, he's still quite attached to these "friends" as he calls them.  I love seeing him get up in the morning with one or more "friends" tucked under his arms.

He loves bubbles, bubbles, bubbles... most kids do, I know.  I would like to claim the dead motor in his bubble machine as objective evidence, but the $10 price tag is a confounding factor. 

His fondness for his brother has steadily increased... yet his loving attempts are not always appreciated.

As for this little guy with a rapidly approaching birthday, he will get his turn in the spot light very soon....

Week 20 of 52 - Thoughts on Giving...

I’ve had this topic on my mind this week and when my weekend devotions were on the same topic, I figured it was more than coincidence.  Giving means different things to different people.  As a Christian, I think of tithes and offerings. 
Whew, tithing.  I hesitate to even mention it, I fear sparking a debate.  Some say it’s not a requirement for New Testament believers.   I suppose at some point we all have to decide what we are going to do.

The reasons I believe in tithing:

1.       1.  My mother.  She has always given faithfully.  She recalls the words of Malachi to the nation of Israel and believes the same still applies to us as givers: 

“Will a man rob God?  Yet you have robbed Me! But you say, ‘In what way have we robbed You?’ In tithes and offerings. … Bring all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be food in My house, and try Me now in this,” says the Lord of hosts, “If I will not open for you the windows of heaven and pour out for you such blessing that there will not be room enough to receive it.”  “And I will rebuke the devourer for your sakes so that he will not destroy the fruit of your ground, Nor shall the vine fail to bear fruit for you in the field,” says the Lord of hosts. Malachi 3:8, 10-11

2.      2.  We’ve been given so much.  Yet despite this, I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I once faced a season of questioning whether to give in tithes to my church. I searched the scriptures and felt strongly that God was saying – look I give you all this and more:  forgiveness, salvation, family, health, work, and really, you’re going to find a verse to argue about whether to continue giving a percentage back to Me?   As my mind raced with all the blessings and memories of times that could have only been His provision, I felt so humbled.  Let's just say I came out of that season understanding more about what it means to be a cheerful giver.

I love this quote of Charles Stanley from Friday's devotion:  "We've been given so much at no cost, yet we struggle to give liberally.  Our selfish nature wants to keep what we have."   Yep, that would sum up that season of my life.

This weekend, as I read about the churches of Macedonia and how they gave themselves first to the Lord, then they gave according to their ability, and even beyond their ability, they gave of their own accord. Wow, if we want to debate something, let's talk about what it means to give beyond our ability!

I also believe in offerings to support the Great Commission as well as minister to the needs of others.   I can think of families in our church with potential financial needs due to health issues.  Families who have served and given to us, I pray we will be found giving back to them.

It would be easy to see all the Dave Ramsey debt reduction talk and think it’s all about building wealth for our personal gain.  If that’s all there is, what a waste. 

For my photos this week, more of my child who seems to have vowed to never look at another camera again...

We went to a nature show this weekend.  So good to have my friend Meg down for a visit!

Week 19 of 52 - Something Borrowed, Something Navy Blue

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I really did, I forgot the garment bag with the clothes that we are supposed to wear to the wedding.”

“No, I put the garment bag on the loveseat by the door, so it has to be in the car.”

“I hung the garment bag back in the hall closet while you were at the training so the clothes wouldn’t get wrinkled.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. This is from the man who routinely wears socks with sandals and prefers pants that zip off into shorts. Now he is worried about wrinkles?

I had packed everything Thursday night and placed it by the door. After a very long commute home Friday evening, I snuggled and fed the baby while he packed the car. I mentally checked off everything that I had packed up the night before, feeling more and more confident I had remembered everything.

So when we arrived at almost 11 pm and learned my clothes for the wedding were still at home, almost 3 hours away, my heart sank.

Then as I’m processing how I will find a dress before the wedding tomorrow afternoon, he says, “I guess this means I won’t get to go fishing tomorrow morning, huh?”

“Don’t talk to me about FISHING,” I growl.

The next morning I decide my options. First, I text my good friend who might have something I could borrow. When I don’t hear back from her, I head into town to the one department store.

For 40 minutes, I try on over 10 different dresses – my options are down to a purple dress with 3 inch waist pleats that scream, “Is she expecting again?” and a bum zipper. Then there is a yellow dress 2 sizes too big and my attempts to fold the extra fabric over under the belt are failing.

I am heartsick at the idea of having to buy yet another dress when I had three I'd just bought at home. My dear mother is calling to assure me she can fix the zipper or take up the other dress but I hate both dresses. My frustration is slipping out in my thoughts – yeah, they’d better enjoy their wedding day because it won’t be so enjoyable when he forgets THEIR garment bag.

Then just before I start to shed tears, my phone rings, my friend Meg is on the line saying she has plenty of dresses to choose from. So I race out of my dressing room and speed to her house – a far better selection than the department store and all in my size! I choose a beautiful navy blue and cream one and thank her as I race out the door.

As a funny side note, my mom later tells me that just before I called to tell her I was going to Meg’s, she heard Walt tell George, “Son, we’d better pray that mama finds a dress so that mama will be nice to daddy.” Glad that prayer was answered because I was failing at the being nice part!

In the end, we made it just fine with my borrowed dress and Walt in my dad’s borrowed button-down and pleated pants, circa 1998. When I saw all the bridesmaids dressed in the exact same shade of pink as my dress tucked in the garment bag at home, I had to smile. Maybe he saved me a wedding faux pas after all.

Love him and love that in the middle of everything he grinned and said, "look at it this way, I've given you a blog topic this week"...

Favorite image of the week:  my brother with Samuel...

I will lift up my eyes to the mountains;
         From where shall my help come?
    My help comes from the LORD,
         Who made heaven and earth.
    He will not allow your foot to slip;
         He who keeps you will not slumber.

Psalm 121: 1-3

Week 18 of 52 - Vanity and Maturity at Odds

When we considered what we could we could do without for six months, we agreed no new clothes for the adults.  Believe it or not, it was actually my idea.  We were rocking along just fine; I was even surviving quite nicely in the small segment of my closet known as post- baby-and- not-everything-fits-quite-right-yet.  Then an email from Facebook,  “you’ve been tagged in a photo”.

I scanned the photo and thought how pretty – all the lovely ladies from my church at a wedding we all attended.  Then I paused, who was that older girl on the end?  And what was she wearing? Oh my, that’s me and that brown polka dot dress, that’s mine too...except it just wasn’t as attractive captured there for all time.

Suddenly I realized – I still have Easter to go!  Then my cousin’s May wedding!   What ever will I wear?  This dress will never do…  I will say I did pray over my childish behavior.  And without hearing of my “plight", a dear spiritual mentor calls to tell me that she’s proud of me for the financial changes we are making and God put it on her heart to send some money to buy a dress.  I was quite surprised, thanked God, marveled at His provision, and bought a dress.  

Wouldn’t it be an uplifting story if it ended there?  But it didn’t.  I then bought another dress for the wedding because after all, it was also on sale and I wouldn't want the same people to see me at the wedding wearing the SAME dress.  Then the next day, I bought a third dress because it was one of my favorite colors and I had a coupon!  I reasoned, if it had been at the first store, I wouldn’t have bought one of the other dresses, so maybe I will take back one of those dresses.  But later decided it really didn’t make sense to return the first dress because after all it was on sale and I might need a third dress before summer’s end.  Oh and Walt could use a color-coordinated polo shirt… so in my shopping haze, I end up spending $150 of our dollars.

I like the dresses and while Dave Ramsey would never understand, I tell myself that maybe his wife Sharon would… sometimes you just feel better in a new dress, or three.

As for now, I will enjoy the dresses and work on regaining my focus and maturity with our finances.   I heard Dave say, adults devise a plan and act on it while a child just does what feels good at the time. So I am trying to take Dave’s advice and devise a plan – a plan so big and long-term that the goals are more appealing than what I’m not wearing.  I can only hope my maturity outpaces my vanity.

As for my photography project this week, here's a few:  couldn't resist a shot before pushing those toes back in the crib.  Not as worried about his safety as I was his sleep being interrupted by a stuck foot...

 

While my brother was swinging him sideways...

I joked that this odd shot may be our monthly family photo... Samuel, a blurry George, Walt's arm, my foot...