Archive for November 2011

Slowing down the schedule

November 25, 2011

I’ve never been very regular about when I post here, and I’m afraid that’s not going to change.  What is going to change is the frequency.  Now that I’m working full-time, I’m not expecting to have a lot of extra time for blogging, although I may squeeze in more after the holiday season ends.  I will still try to post on the weekends, but don’t be surprised if you don’t see anything new for longer periods.

If anyone has suggestions for topics they would like my opinion on during the coming weeks, feel free to leave a comment (which I may or may not post to the blog, but which I will certainly make note of) here or on my comments and questions page.   I’m trying to come up with some new material for posts, which will make it easier for me to write them in a weekend, so all suggestions are welcome, even if I choose not to use them!


Is This a Hopeless Hope? ~ A Quill & Inkwell

November 19, 2011

Phylicia Duran, who also writes for Latitude 821, has a delightful blog covering everything from yummy recipes to theology.  One of her latest posts struck a chord with me, and I encourage you to read her commentary on “Positive Hits.”

Is This a Hopeless Hope?.

Fox Hunting

November 18, 2011

Okay, so I’ve never actually ridden behind the hounds, only read about it in several of the books I loved in my horse-crazy girlhood. Still, I think job hunting has some similarities to fox hunting.  Both are pursuits of elusive things with the help of others.  In fox hunting you often have to jump obstacles, just like in job hunting you have to jump through hoops sometimes.  I wouldn’t want to call anyone a dog, but I’ve had friends playing the part of the hounds, smelling out new leads.

I’ve been job hunting since I graduated last spring.  I’ve seen firsthand how hard it is to find a job in this economy.  I finally had one interview in October, and then sat down early this month with a friend of a friend to talk about a position he was looking at creating soon, but neither of these came to anything.

Everyone I know has been praying, looking, and keeping tabs on my status.  This week, I finally had good news to give them.

I have a full-time job.

I met the wife in October at a homeschool meeting.  My mother mentioned that I was job hunting, so I gave a little description of the things I was looking to do.  This lady asked me to send her my resume, but it wasn’t until last Friday that I heard from her husband.  I interviewed with them both on Monday, and he offered me the job on Tuesday.

Those two previous interviews helped prepare me for the last one.  I was much more collected and less nervous this time around.  God’s timing is perfect, just as He promised, and I am glad He didn’t rush things just because I wanted the job months ago.

I had my first day at the new job yesterday, even though today was my last at the senior center where I’d been working part-time.  Leaving was hard, but I know it’s time to move on.  I’ll miss the seniors and my co-workers, but I have a sneaky suspicion my new boss will keep me too busy to notice!  Besides, I really dislike job hunting, so I’m very glad to be done with it.

Now, how is that for a reason to give thanks this holiday season!

Happy Veteran’s Day!

November 11, 2011

Since I the senior club where I work serves close to thirty veterans, Veteran’s Day is a special one for us.  Our vets represent Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines, (we’re missing the Coast Guard) and we love them all.  We had a special ceremony today, honoring all the veterans.  I got teary eyed a couple of times, especially at the end when a tenth grader from the local high school played “Taps” on his trumpet to end the ceremony.  It was lovely.

To all the veterans and the families that support them:

Thank You!

How Do I Look?

November 10, 2011

Are you ready for a shock?

I don’t wear make-up.

Shocked?  Well, maybe not, especially if you are one of the readers who knows me personally.  I can imagine that a few eyebrows probably jumped toward their respective hairlines, though.  The logical next question is “why not,” but I am going to skip that one and come back to it.

To me, make-up seems like a rather harmless thing, most of the time.  As far as I can tell, women wear it either to accentuate their good looking features or to mask their flaws.  Most of us wouldn’t fault anyone for wanting to look their best, but is there such a thing as carrying that too far?  When I’m going out, I generally want to look nice, but beyond making sure that my flyaway curls are at least reasonably behaved and that I’m appropriately dressed, I don’t worry about my looks.  I don’t want to be known for my outward adornment.  I want to wear Peter’s “meek and quiet spirit.”

Anthony over at Solomon’s Ledger describes make-up as a mask.  I think this analogy is a good one.  While I’ve known women who were judicious in their use of make-up, most of the time when I see someone wearing it, it makes me wonder why they couldn’t be content with their own face.

Are women afraid that people won’t like them if they don’t look pretty?  Or is it more driven by the youth culture of today where everyone is trying to look  (and feel) eighteen, or at least 10 years younger than they are?   I heard one woman say she doesn’t feel dressed without her make-up, which says to me that it’s a habit more than anything else.

Make-up makes sense for actors because stage lighting washes peoples faces out.  Also, make-up can be used to make actors look more like a particular character.  In this case, make-up really does function like a mask, and it is useful in terms of the actor’s profession.

Back to the “why” question now.  I don’t wear make-up because I don’t want to wear a mask.  It doesn’t hurt that I save plenty on cosmetics that I don’t have to buy, of course!  But I feel no need to wear even a little mascara or eyeshadow.  I’m content to be seen for who I am.

Actually, if I did wear make-up, it would probably be to look older.  I get taken for 16 more often than I’d like, and as a 22-year-old who got very used to being taken for several years older than my actual age throughout elementary, middle, and even early highschool, it’s still a bit odd to find myself suddenly older than I look.  People used to make the mistakes because I was tall and because I was a lot more respectful and quieter than nearly all the other girls of my age that they knew.  I enjoyed being thought more mature than my peers, and I have to remind myself that the mistake is now based on my looks and not necessarily my behavior.  Still, I’ve generally learned to accept the reversal and laugh over being thought the younger sister as often as not when Sister and I debunk the theory that we are twins (“actually, there’s four years between us, believe it or not . . .”).  So I don’t really have a reason to wear make-up.

Of course, I can’t say I’ve never worn any make-up.  I did once, when I was 15.  15 and trying to look 90.  Yep.  You read that correctly.  I was playing a very pregnant Sarah in a church play (got to practice my child-birth screams too!), so Mom, who did some acting in school herself, did quite a job with baby-powder and crows-feet.

Am I saying that make-up is wrong, or wrong for Christians?  No.  I just think it’s unnecessary, especially for Christian ladies.  To wind this up, let me encourage you young ladies to be content with your appearance.  I know some of you will be in my camp of doesn’t-wear-make-up already, but I also know it’s nice to hear some encouragement anyway as we walk the road less traveled.  Those who do wear make-up, whether all the time or only on occasion, whether heavy or light, I challenge to think hard about the reasons why you wear your “mask.”  Could you be content without it?

I may have some kind of advantage in the contentment arena because I didn’t grow up wearing make-up and my mother didn’t wear any either.  I’m used to being known by my real face and not a mask.  Does it look pretty?  Not always.  But it’s real, and when someone does give me a compliment, it means more because they are speaking of me and not of my make-up job.


November 7, 2011

This video doesn’t need a lot of introduction, so I’ll try to keep it short.  A woman in my church sang this song as a special yesterday, and I was singing along because I like the song so much.   I read in a book that life is like a cross stitch design.  We see the back side, where threads go every-which-way and make no sense.  Someday we’ll see what God sees, which is the complete design.  We cannot understand why we need all the trials of this life, but He knows, and that is enough for me.  I think sometimes He tips a little of the design so we can see it now, but it’s going to be pretty amazing when we finally understand that all the crisscrossed stitching on the backside was necessary to make the picture so beautiful.

See You at the Gym

November 4, 2011

Struggling with how to let Jesus work in you?  I was challenged yesterday by LeRoy’s post on the Wordsmith’s Desk.  Don’t worry, he didn’t write a sermon on it.  LeRoy is short and to the point.  You need to get some exercise!  So . . .

See You at the Gym.

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