Archive for February, 2007

Snow and Kids *Do MIx*

Wednesday, February 28th, 2007

Dinner tonight: Chicken Caesar salad, accompanied by fragrant, lemon raisin muffins from my new cookbook Complete Comfort Food Cookbook

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Sorry for the rotten picture, I need to practice my food photography skills a little. Maybe, you can expect more. :D

Looking outside you wouldn’t expect that it had just snowed an inch last night, resulting in the mayday calmity this morning. Though we tried, I think that it truly was impossible to calm the little ones, who at the prospect of an icing of snow went simply beserk.

Yes, snow and kids do mix. Quite well actually, perhaps too well. It is up to us ladies of the house, afterwards, to get down on our hands and knees to scrub the mud spots, wash the sopping clothes, blow drippy noses and make hot chocolate for those of the afflicted with the malady of red nose

Gracie

Remember Us Down Here On Earth

Thursday, February 22nd, 2007

Heaven received another daughter on Sunday when fifteen year old Carly slipped away to be in the presence of our Lord.

Our family did not personally know her or her family, but the mourning of many of our friends who did is touching us deeply, and I ask that whoever is reading this blog would be in prayer for them and her family.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.

O Death, where is your sting? O Hades, where is your victory?

In Christ, the Great Comforter,

Grace

St. Val’s Day

Wednesday, February 14th, 2007

*Squinches eyes tight shut*

I’m still waiting for those warm, gushy feelings to wash over me. But they just aren’t coming.

I’m really not feeling any more lovey today than any other day. Ah, well.

Anyhow, today is the perfect excuse to eat more chocolate and have a nice, relaxed day with the family.

I recommend watching Seven Brides For Seven Brothers, one of our favorite movies, of course because the number of seven boys tallies up with ours. We each love to bounce and hum along with our favorite song. :)

Graciebird

Curly Top

Sunday, February 11th, 2007

What possessed me last night?

For those of you who do not know me, I am a blonde girl (duh) with very straight hair. The following story is an insurrection against my head.

Well, it started this way: I was sitting watching The Taming Of The Shrew starring Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton, when, as the movie was drawing to its painful end, I was struck by the awful temptation at 10:45 p.m. to put my hair up in curlers.

“Hmmm,” I thought, “that came out of the blue.” I thought about it some more, and shared my ponderings with my middle sister Jo.

“Oh don’t do that!” She said. “It takes forever to put your hair up in curlers.”

“So,” I bethought myself, “mayhap it will not work out anyway. My hair needeth be almost dry and I have not yet taken a shower and it would take a while to dry it.” Also, if I did get it just wet enough under the faucet to enable me to put it in curlers, I would not be able to take a shower tomorrow morning, and I dearly love my showers!” A pox upon it, it could not be done.

Yet, as I headed my sleepy way towards bed, a nagging demon still tormented my spirit to put my hair up in curlers. Decision clasped me about and I took the bag of soft foam curlers into the bathroom to do away with all uncurled hair.

Yes, my friends, what possessed me? Usually, I am content to style the hair God gave me, but what little knob was twisted inside of me last night? I attribute it to the fact that this normal, early-to-rise-early-to-bed girl stayed up way past her bedtime.

Now you know what happens to blondes late at night.

I have yet to take my hair out of curlers for church.

Grace

The Core of Knowledge

Saturday, February 10th, 2007

I love having a song down well enough on the piano that I can really play it with spirit. Such fun!

I have been remarking lately to Mom how much easier it is for me to read a lot of the books that I once thought of as, though, not quite challenging, a mouthful. The past few months have really been stretching my reading abilities, and after finishing Barbara Tuchman’s A Distant Mirror and Lewis’ The Discarded Image, I look at the rest of the unread school books waiting for me on the shelf and moan, “That’s chicken feed!” No I’m not being arrogant, it truly is just milk compared to meat.

My philosophy is, that if you don’t make the intellectual effort to wrap your brain around harder works, then your mind will always stay flabby. Rather, it is like only running one mile and not pushing to do two. There is no room for growth only consuming Henty after Henty, or picture books about Marco Polo. They are good, wonderful books, but they are just a rung on the ladder of learning.

Before I get too high and above myself here, let me just impose this reminder. Knowledge without wisdom is nothing. Knowledge definitely isn’t saving grace (wisdom isn’t either), but wisdom is an attribute of God. The very beginning of wisdom is the fear of the Lord who is Coram Deo, ever present, before our very faces!

Oh, if we could only see His presence surrounding us, radiating glory, illuminating not only our tiny patches of earth, but reaching to the farthest constellation and nebulae, which He sculpted with His own hands, we would prostrate ourselves before Him and die. But then, how much more fully we would understand as we ascended into heaven…oh, how I want to go to heaven.

Casting aside all these warm, gooey thoughts, though, am I resolved to live my life for God and to “allow” Him to penetrate every atom of my pitiful little realms, though I should be ridiculed and scorned, laughed at and spit upon by my dearest friends? Will I hold fast to Him even when my quivering, much-afraid spirit is trying its best to plug its ears to the screaming harpies taunting it? When I am tempted sorely to speak with the tongue of a devil, instead of an angel, will I call to mind that I am supposed to talk with a law of kindess upon my tongue? I do, after all, proclaim that I want to be a Proverbs 31 woman. When my friendly, less-fortunate-than-I-neighbor comes to visit at our house, will I silently moan as I spend the next 30 minutes listening to her life’s problems? The Bible has quite a lot to say about neighbors, among them is found this commandment, “…And the second is like it: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself’…”

So you see, I cannot just live for God when my cup runneth over, though it does all the time, or when I feel like it. Feelings, I have come to learn the hard way, are deceiving, and the mature Christian cannot equate feelings with faith.

I pray the Lord will take all my self-glory, self-righteousness, pride, and haughty thoughts and burn them in His refining fire. I will strive to learn, eat, drink, dress, and talk to His glory, not my own. If I slip away from God in my knowledge then I hope He will take all my learning, leaving me like a little baby in my mind, but replacing it with this one thing: Jesus Christ, and Him crucified. This is the core of knowledge.

All right, enough of my long-windedness (I don’t think that’s actually a word).

In Christ,
Graciebird

Life and Me

Tuesday, February 6th, 2007

I ventured into the wide, crazy world today with Mommy by my side. It’s always fun, but I know that sometimes I embarrass Mom with my loud comments on people and and events taking place around me and she is constantly having to shush me. Not that I particularly care, I’m in contact with most people in public for a short time only, I’m not going to make a lasting impression on them. If one really wants to be embarrassed one need only take a couple of little boys out and let them talk their heads off.

Mom and I have discussions that range from philosophical to mundane. A lot of the time we go over the same old subjects, but I always enjoy it.

We went into Ross to shop for a couple of presents and some unmentionables. I never really like buying clothes off the rack, though, and after I do go into clothing stores like Target, or Ross, I always come back out remarking how well I like thrift stores. I know many people who don’t take pleasure in sorting through clothes at thrift stores to find what they want and would much rather just find what they need without all the hassle, but I try to make them understand that I still find the thrift stores preferable. I guess I just enjoy being distinctive both in dress and thought, (ha!) and it is nice to find good quality, classic looking clothing at the thrift store. I do admit, though, that I sometimes buy an item or two at a clothing store, but it adds up mighty fast!

*Random Facts from this point on, proceed with caution.*

It’s going to rain for a week, starting tomorrow.

We caught a small skunk which has a mighty big stink. We should write an ebook on how to exterminate a skunk, though we haven’t actually done it yet.

I have a bad cold and have sneezed throughout the course of the day numerous times.

The Discarded Image is probably the hardest book I have read yet. Quite good and thought provoking. I can feel my intellect stretching as I read it.

Funny things make me happy. I can’t tell you what.

Life oftentimes gets me depressed. I am learning to rememdy that by always going to God’s word.

I love yoghurt, and I am addicted to peanut butter now, thank you Pieter. I have it most mornings for breakfast. *End of random facts.*

This year is bringing some big things for me to face: a graduation, learning to drive, growing spiritually, growing in maturity, and yes I admit, growing is painful and sometimes I hate it, but I know that it is only the testing of my work in God’s refining fire. It is a childish person who thinks that their life should never be untouched by trials, or hardships. If we follow Christ we should expect them. Oh Lord, let me never say to the potter, “what are you making?”

In Christ,
Gracie

Parnassus on Wheels Review

Saturday, February 3rd, 2007

Parnassus on Wheels is a fictional book about books, written by Christopher Morley, who also founded the Baker Street Irregulars, a well known group of Sherlock Holmes enthusiasts.

Helen McGill is a middle aged woman living on a country farm, cooking and cleaning for her brother-turned-author. When adventure comes her way, she grasps the opportunity to live a little and show her brother that he’s not the only one who can enjoy some fun.

When I randomly picked Parnassus On Wheels off the shelf, little did I realize how pleasurable a read it would be. I know that the story will stay with me for a long time, unlike many other books I have read. The author accomplished something very hard when writing this book: he made it unusual, out of the ordinary. Many stories are told over and over, but there is only one Parnassus on Wheels, and no one can repeat that story. There are quite a few books about girls and boys going off on adventures and seizing the day, but not too many about middle-aged spinsters running away on a lark.

One fine, crisp, October morning Helen McGill steps outside to view a preposterous contraption that will change her life in the next few days. The contraption is a traveling book wagon owned by the engaging proprietor, Roger Mifflin, who, though short in stature, is able to hold his own in any conversation or fight. He has grown rather weary, though, of his enterprise and is seeking to sell his business. Helen’s brother, Andrew McGill is renowned as an author and Mifflin is convinced that he would jump at the chance to purchase the book wagon; Helen, however, is suffering under her brother’s popularity and this is the straw that breaks the camel’s back. Surprising Roger, she buys it, and is now the owner of a pale blue wagon with bright red letters advertising her business. Only adventure can ensue under such circumstances, when an old maid is determined it is her turn to take a vacation and make a little money on the way, but is on the run from a brother is scouring the countryside for her and her “kidnapper,” who are traveling in a wagon that is rather conspicuous.

Many fictional stories fall short by giving the reader a passable plot, but no underlying substance. Others, in an attempt to illustrate a point, leave out any plot! The former melts away like cotton candy on your mind, while the latter is as unpalatable as uncooked potato. Parnassus was a delicate balance between the two which resulted in an easy read that did not compromise the sagacity of the story. The simplicity of the story reminds me of C.S. Lewis’ writing style, whose Chronicles of Narnia stories are marketed for children, but really appeal to a much larger audience. An author does not have to sacrifice good writing while maintaining a simple tone in his story. Christopher Morley succeeded, while making me laugh, in illustrating the point, that there is no excuse for not reading more literature or not sharing the joys of it with others. The man who does not read will languish, because reading is sustenance to the soul.

The invention of the printing press is one of the greatest inventions in history. It means that common man, after not being able to afford education, can now educate his mind and own books. Knowledge is no longer confined to the bourgeois but has been opened to men of all classes. Where men are educated one finds greater freedom; ignorance breeds slavish minds. “That’s what this country needs more books!” says Roger Mifflin, owner of the Parnassus on Wheels. Roger Mifflin is a preacher of books, a man determined to bring salvation for little, stunted minds, and to spread the gospel of literature among farming families, whose libraries only contain Sears & Roebucks and The World’s Great Funeral Orations. Roger Mifflin understands the importance of every family possessing a sound and well-rounded library, and Parnassus on Wheels is his means of making this come to pass. He often wonders what a whole fleet of Parnassus on Wheels could accomplish.

While, I do agree that education is needed by all people, no matter their station in life, I don’t believe knowledge gives you salvation or wisdom. Knowledge is only an accumulation of facts; “it is not the ability to use those facts, nor is it the moral judgment to act wisely on those facts,” to quote R.J. Rushdoony. By creating a highly sympathetic character of Roger Mifflin, Christopher Morley tries to influence me towards his point of view, which, as I quoted above, is salvation in the form of education. However, as a Christian I know and need to always acknowledge the fact that only grace and faith can save a sinner, and even if they are a highly educated, good person, they still have no salvation if they choose a road apart from Jesus Christ. It isn’t that Christopher Morley doesn’t have some good points to share, he does, but these must be viewed and understood from a Christian worldview.

After reading Parnassus on Wheels I feel a renewed desire to read many of the books that we have in our library. Somehow, I have slipped away from the joys of curling up and holding a tet-a-tet with a charming character from Dickens, or reading in awful suspense as the plot of a Dumas thickens, or nodding in agreement while reading Lewis or MacDonald. As Christopher Morley said, There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love. I have forgotten how wonderful it feels to start and finish a good book; each one contributing smoothing out the rough edges of my education.

One bit of advice to new readers before you delve into this book: don’t lose the beat of the story by reading a bit and then slipping away for a week before coming back. The story and main points are effective when taken in a whole dose. One doesn’t eat half of a hot meal and then leave for a few hours to come back and enjoy the rest-by that time it is cold.

Grace

Up With the Sunshine

Saturday, February 3rd, 2007

What a fine day for working. The sun is up, the sky is clear, the moods are mostly jovial.

The trick to getting work done, is to stay happy, work diligently and just do it. Things are “harder” when you sit and contemplate them for a long time. I’ve found that if I just put my mind to a task nothing is too difficult to accomplish, that can even apply to math! ;)

Gracie