Friday, February 24, 2017
Here is Renee, ambivalently looking longingly out the window at the beautiful day, both glad for me that my book has arrived, yet also earnestly hoping that I don't get so caught up in reading that I neglect to take her out for a walk. If she could read, though, she'd know that this book is encouraging Christians (like me) to get out of their houses and get to know their neighbors by taking their cute little dogs out for walks.
Also, on a different note, would anyone be interested in a Superbowl-style Shepherd's Conference viewing party, complete with chips and guacamole?
Monday, February 20, 2017
Monday, February 13, 2017
My mind was full of visions of plates, and I couldn't think about anything else. Suddenly, a vision of Ikea came into my head, along with the thought. "I wonder if those crazy Swedes sell good plates?" I simultaneously remembered that our closest Ikea was moving into a new building that would make it THE HUGEST IKEA IN THE UNIVERSE . . . or at least in this country. So Mr. M and I planned to go after church Sunday. (Those crazy Swedes sure know their way around a meatball and ligonberries.) We met a Brazilian girl at church and invited her to lunch . . . and to go shopping for plates. She didn't know she'd be stuck with us for the entire day. We drove to Ikea, which had just opened two days earlier, and cars were lined up for several blocks just waiting to get in the parking lot. We found parking on the street and walked. We headed straight for the restaurant, which seats 600, and waited in a zig-zag line like the lines at Disneyland. We ate our food and browsed our way through the mile-long showroom. We finally came to the marketplace, where I found some Swedish plates made in Thailand. We bought the plates and limped back to the car. I had blisters on my feet. But I got plates, and we got to spend good time with our new friend from Brazil, and we ended the day at church, listening to a sermon on Ruth.
Saturday, February 11, 2017
Anyway, I went to the store looking for another set of these plates . . . the ones we bought twenty years ago. The store doesn't carry them anymore. (I was as shocked as you are.) I think we have all heard some version of the motivational advice, "Dress for the position you want, not for the position you have." (Along the same lines is the advice that if you want to work out at the gym, dress like you're going to work out at the gym, and it's more likely that you will.) I want to be more hospitable-which is quite a feat, since I haven't cooked since 2009-, so I thought getting some extra plates would be a good first step.
I would continue my search today, but, you know, it's raining out and those of us who live in California are afraid of the rain. Plus, I don't have time because Mr. M and I are having several college students over for pizza and home-made cast iron skillet cookies.
Saturday, February 04, 2017
Monday, January 30, 2017
The encouragement for us here is that things change. Storms pass. No matter how bleak things may look today, there is always hope for tomorrow. Family can be a great challenge and heartache, but family can also be a great blessing; and we can be a great blessing to our families. It is good to ask ourselves how God might bless our families through us. It is good, too, to reflect on how God has blessed us through our families, and to thank Him for the storms He's brought us through. If you are currently in a storm and a time of bleakness, as I am, it is good to focus on the bright future God has planned for us.