One gal's record of trying to pay much closer attention to the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

(...with a sprinkling of accounts from her outrageously blessed life with THE best husband in the world!)




27 November 2006

Another evidence...

...that my husband is the best in the world.

Last year he told me he was going to buy me a winter coat. I tried a Mountain Hardware jacket with a synthetic filler for a couple days. It fit perfectly, but it just didn't cut it. I was still ill then and really didn't handle the cold well. I was so sad to return it, because I loved the jacket. It was pink with a fun pattern embroidered on it, and it could be refersed to be a more subdued gray with pink boxes. Next I tried a Patagonia jacket filled with down that packed really small, but it was too short in the waist (I run into this all the time...). Next I broke down and bought the full-on, top o'the line Mountain Hardware jacket and it stuck. It served me well on all those below freezing mornings I was waiting for the bus.


And winter's come again - but I'm healthy this year, and I'm handling the cold alot better. So Stephan showed up the other night with a big bag in hand...


"Surprise! Happy Thanksgiving!" he cried as he produced the same pink Mountain Hardware I had to return last year! He remembered how much I loved it and got it for me again! I've worn it every day since!


Psalm 16

My email in box is overflowing because I haven't cleaned it out recently. My husband had to get up at 3:30 this morning and left before I woke up to go for a physical 5am at Fort Mead. He closes tonight and I won't see him until about 11 o'clock. I've got a big project with a due date fast approaching and I haven't had time to work on it. It's Monday. It's that icky part of fall where everything's cold and dead but there's no redeeming snowfall. I haven't been out in the woods in ages. I'm not exercising. My best friend has been in the UK for 3 weeks and I'm jealous. Another of my good friends just had a baby and I'm jealous. Another of my good friends is back in Misourri with her sister, whose due to have a baby any day now and I miss her alot. Another of my good friends is studying abroad in Mexico this semester and I just learned she's going to Guatemala for 2 weeks after exams. I miss her and I'm jealous. I may have to leave my church in a year or so.

And if that were't enough, I just noticed my stapler is jammed.

I'm a little down.

STOP - here I go with the neutral language. Scripture never uses the word "down". Let's try again. How about self-piteous? Looks like I've got a bit of a self-focus issue...

Time to bring out the weaponry. Paul refers to scripture as our sword. He's not kidding.

A couple weeks ago the girls in my caregroup helped me see some sin (specifically a lack of joy) and advised me to memorize Psalm 16. Let's see if I can get through it here...

Preserve me, Oh lord, for in you I take refuge.
I say to the Lord, you are my Lord, I have no good apart from you.
As for the saints in the land, they are the excellent ones, in whom is all my delight.
The sorrows of those who run after another God shall multiply,
Their drink offerings of blood I will not pour out, or take their names on my lips.
The Lord is my portion and my cup, you hold my lot.
The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places.
Indeed I have a beautiful inheretance
I bless the Lord who gives me counsel.
In the night also my heart instructs me.
I have set the Lord always before me.
Since he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken.
Therefore my heart is glad, and my whole being rejoices.
For in your presense there is fullness of joy, and at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.

Well, almost. I'll pin it down on the busride home. It's a good one to memorize and have in your back pocket. In God's presence there is fullness of joy and pleasures forever more. So what if my stapler is jammed. Its hard to have my husband gone so much when everyone around me seems to have their husband home every night. It's hard to be "waiting for life to start" with children and travel and a house. But In God's presence there is fullness of joy and pleasures forevermore. He instructs me and gives me counsel. The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places. He is my refuge. I have no good apart from him. This is truth, and a bad day doesn't change it.

This is the time when I've got to grab on to what's true and squeeze it until my heart beleives it.

25 November 2006

Christmas 0 and Christmas 1

Being as Thanksgiving is over and the Christmas season has official started, I thought I'd post some pictures from last year. Stephan and I got married in 2004. That Christmas has been dubbed "Christmas zero" because Stephan was sick and we spent Christmas week and Christmas day sick and caring for the sick. Last year was our first official Christmas - Christmas one. This year will be Christmas two!

So here are some pictures from Christmas 1 (we have none for Christmas 0).



This is the star on top of the tree. Anyone who knows me knows I love stars, and our star had to be perfect. I really like the filigree on this.

We really tried hard on Christmas 1 to instate some Christmas traditions of our own. One thing we decided to do was make Christmas cookies a few weeks before. I found a phenomenal sugar cookie recipe and it's become our family recipe.


(the only down side is that it calls for 2 sticks of butter...)

We mixed colored frosting and frosted the cookies. I thought we'd have nice simple cookies, but Stephan got ahold of them and they kinda became modern art cookies. You can see below "S Cookie", "I HEART U Cookie", and "Pretzel Cookie". I figured I'd join in if he was going to deface our Christmas cookies and I couldn't stop him. "K HEART S Cookie" and "Rainbow Cookie" are my contributions.

But it didn't stop there. Down left you can see "Kite Cookie", and Stephan's "Accidental Animal" Series. He cut out a dog (well, the dog isn't so accidental), so that's "Dog Cookie", and the three below it are "Accidental Camel Cookie," "Accidental Anteater Cookie", and "Accidental Elephant Cookie". Down Right we also have "Lemon Cookie" (the blue blob in the top right of the rack) and "Stoplight Cookie."



Ah, relief. We also made it tradition to make a big star cookie apiece, decorate them, and give them to each other. I think you can tell who decorated which...


Stephan the Christmas cookie monster.


After the Christmas cookies we waited for Christmas Eve. After church service we came home and popped popcorn, and settled in for a game of Monopoly. (You can tell Stephan was absolutely elated.)


This has never happened before, and hasn't happened since, but I beat him to the point where he only had one dollar to his name. (That's one Monopoly Dollar he's holding).

After Monopoly we cleaned up and made the house look real Christmasy for then next morning. I can't wait to do it again.

Our dining room...

Our great room...

Here's our little tree! Perfect size - a gift from my parents who decided it was unacceptable for us to pass another year without a tree. We piled the gifts beneath it.

Stockings... (most of you hang them on a fireplace - we hang ours on a bookshelf!)


Our beautiful coffee table with some additional treats made since we'd eaten all the Christmas cookies.

And to bed we went. We had plans to get up early...

And go for a Christmas Wassail! Well, we aren't really Wassailing because we don't sing, but we do hike. We intended to get up and go to Sugarloaf Mountain to see the sun rise, but the roads aren't open before sunrise, so we just turned back and went in our local woods. This is my favorite picture from last years Wassail. After this we went home, showered, and went to church (since Christmas was on a Sunday last year!)

Then it was home for our Christmas Quiet time and presents. We always read the story of Jesus birth before we do anything with the presents. There's nothing more exciting than the savior of the world making his appearance on earth. That's the whole reason we have Christmas anyway! So after we read and and prayed, we open our gifts.


It's also tradition to get each other a teacup. These were the teacups from Christmas 1. Mine's the one with the dragonflies on it, but it had a crack in it, so Stephan returned it and bought me one with a cute kittie on it instead. It's equally as adorable.

...It's also tradition to make a horrible mess...

...and make a big dinner! Dinner for Christmas 1 was Rabbit in a cream sauce with fresh herbs, asparagus, dill carrots, mashed potatoes and mulled red wine. You can't see it here, but we had pumpkin marmalade on oaty bread before hand. It was a great meal.

So that was Christmas 1. Christmas 2 is on the approach!

More random photos...

This is Stephan at Cunningham Falls

Me at Cunningham Falls

Stephan at Cunningham Falls

Me at Cunningham Falls


This is a Great Blue Heron I saw early in the morning at Great Falls National Park while hiking with my friend Gloria.


The famous heart shaped rock on the Billy Goat Trail at Great Falls


Gloria with the Potomac River in the background

This tree was too Tolkienian to pass up. We named it Gandalf.

Some random pictures...


Hubby and brother playing Grand Tourismo! (...on my playstation)


Our first Beignets! (Thanks dad and mom!)


My attempts at artistic photography


The biggest strawberry ever


Jacques the frog, resident of Sugar Loaf Mountain


I witnessed this accident at the entrance to our apartment complex. This is one of the photos we took for the police report.


More proof I have the best husband in the world - not only did he by me a knew bike, he had the best mechanic in the world build it for me, then he put my name on it!

My best friend...

...is engaged as if Nov 3rd!!!

Pumpkin Carving

And now for the story of our Halloween Pumpkins this year. Blogger must have been instating it's new beta version during this time, because I couldn't publish a darn thing around Halloween.

Anyway, a couple days before Halloween Stephan text me to tell me he may come home a little early. I text back and asked if we could carve pumpkins that night. He said sure. We'd go to Butlers Orchard and get the pumpkins.

He comes home and I'm making dinner. After the normals hellos he asked if we could have 10 minutes to write up a job application. I said sure.

30 minutes later I asked him how much longer he thought he'd be. "Not long," he answered.

Dinner's cooling by this point and I asked if what he was doing couldn't wait. He finally said it could. "What time does Butler's close?" I asked. "Six," he answered. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Yes."

We ate dinner. Stephan must have gotten nervous because he decided to check Butler's hours right before we left at 5:45. "Oh..." he said sheepishly from the computer. "They close at 5:30..."

I can't say I wasn't disappointed, but I tried to be gracious. Stephan insisted we'd still get pumpkins. We'd go to Whole Foods. So we got in the car and off to Whole Foods we went.

We arrived there to see their pumpkin stock severely depleted. There were 5 pumpkins, all of which were either flat, moldy, or leaking. And they had not stems - and I believe every proper Jack O'Lantern needs a stem!

Stephan switched into superhero mode at this point. His wife would have a pumpkin! He insisted we'd go over to a Giant nearby and there would be pumpkins - he was sure. So in the car we got and off to Giant we went. On the way we passed a Michael's. "Would they have pumpkins?" Stephan asked.

I grew up with a very crafty mother. I know Michaels. "No," I said.

Giant's pumpkin stock was no better than Whole Foods. All their flat-sided, moldy, leaking (and stemless) pumpkins were in a grocery cart sitting lonely outside - not even holding it's illustrious place by the apple cider anymore. It had been banished.

At that point I just sighed and told Stephan we should go back to Whole Foods and get some of the little pumpkin pie pumpkins. We didn't need big pumpkins. But he was intent. He agreed to go back to Whole Foods, but he was certain two of the flat-moldy-leaking (stemless) pumpkins had to be ok. They just had to.

On the way back, he drove right in front of Michael's. "PUMPKINS!" he screamed and jerked the wheel to park in a parking space. I grabbed to "Oh shoot" handle and Stephan was out of the car before I could protest, running into the vestibule of the store, elated to have found pumpkins - crates and crates of perfectly shaped pumpkins! ...in three neat sizes...all with perfect stems and no flat sides or mold or leaks...

I walked up to him as he picked up one of the heavenly squashes and tried not to say anything stupid. His face fell into a confused scowl. He tossed the thing up and down, surprised at how light it was. He looked around at the signage and his confusion was dispelled.

"Ah man!" he cried, looking down at the traitorous pumpkin. "These are fake pumpkins!" He was aghast at the very thought. "Who would make fake pumpkins? Look!" he pointed to a nearby display. "You can even carve these fake pumpkins! Who would want to do that!" He tossed the pumpkin back into it's bin, totally disgusted.

I stepped in and tried to comfort him then. Pumpkins aren't that important, I said. We can stop looking and go home. We have cider. Let's go mull it and read together.

"Oh no!" Stephan said, leading me back out to the car. "We're finding pumpkins!"

So back to Whole Foods we went. I picked out one of the little pumpkin pie pumpkins that would suffice for my purposes and began thinking of the pie I'd make with the innards. Stephan was once again inspecting the dregs of the carving pumpkins. "Are you sure this one won't work?" he asked, bringing me one of the better specimens.

My heart gave in then. He wanted so badly to get me a pumpkin. He was trying so hard. He loved me so much and wanted me to be happy. Suddenly that pumpkin was the perfect-est I'd ever seen.

"Actually," I said, putting down my little stemmed pumpkin and taking the one he was holding, "this is a perfect pumpkin! I didn't see it the first time. Is there another one for you?" He found one for himself. "Are you sure you like that pumpkin?" he said suspiciously. I smiled. "Yes!" I said, taking his hand and walking toward the check out.

On the way there, something caught my eye. It was an impact display on the end of one of the aisles, full with spider webs, autumn leaves ... and pumpkins. Well preserved pumpkins. Well colored pumpkins. "Oh, look there..." I let slip. "Maybe they'd sell us their display pumpkins..."

Out came the cape again. Stephan was on the case. He threw his pumpkin into my arms and made for the customer service counter, where he asked if he could purchase two of their display pumpkins. They consented, and we took two of their display pumpkins and replaced them with our flat-moldy-leaking (stemless) pumpkins.

I was elated. My pumpkin was the perfect size, the perfect color, the perfect shape, and had a proper stem!

We went right home and set to carving them. I think the end results were very nice. We roasted the seeds and made pumpkin pies from the flesh. I also invented a yummy pumpkin salad recipe later in the week.

And as if a night of valiant pumpkin hunting weren't enough, my husband finished the night by carving the cutest but most frightening thing into his pumpkin... You'll see what I mean.

(Stephan valiantly made sure his pumpkin was dead before the carving began)

(my pumpkin had a proper stem!)

(I carved leaves blowing in the nighttime wind)

(Stephan carved me!)

I think they came out well. (You can see Stephan carved "I LOVE KARI" onto the side of his. I have the best husband in the world!)

24 November 2006

Some thoughts to ponder on Black Friday...

A picture of human greed...

  • On November 17th Sony released it's PlayStation 3 gaming console.
  • In Hartford, Connecticut, at 3am on that morning, two armed thugs approached people lined up to buy it outside Wal-Mart and demanded their money. One patron resisted and was shot.
  • About 30 miles away in Manchester, another shopper was beaten by 5 men and robbed of his console 3 minuts after he bought it.
  • In Fresno, California, a frenzied crowd trampled a few people in a parking lot as they stampeded when the store's doors were opened.
  • In Sullivan, Indiana, a man was sent to the hospital with a critical stab wound after he and a friend (weilding a tire iron and a chain) tried to rob a man of his PS3, which he'd waited in line 36 hours to buy.
  • An Englewood, Ohio store was held up by two men in ski masks and sunglasses, who made off with 5 of the consoles.
  • In Allentown, Pennsylvania, a teenager was also robbed of his new PlayStation by a man who tapped on his car window with a handgun.
  • Police had to fire a talcum powder ball at the ground outside a Target store in Henrico, Virginia, to get the attention of an unruly crowd of about 350 people who were waiting to buy one of the shop's eight consoles.
  • Sony's PlayStation 3 is now selling on Ebay for as much as $4,500.00

Some indicators that Jesus knew how badly we'd be tempted to greed...

  • Jesus addressed money and material posessions more than any other single topic in scripture.
  • He talked more about it than about the topics of faith and prayer combined.
  • He talked more about it either heaven or hell.
  • 15% of all of Christ's recorded words were devoted to the topic of material wealth and how we relate to it.
  • Sixteen of Christ's 38 parables were devoted to the topic of money (and he was talking to the poor of his time).

God's kindness to Americans inspite of their greed...

  • Americans, since 1950, have used more resorces than the Roman Empire at it's height, the entire Third World population, and all the Americans who have lived before us.
  • If you brought in a mere $1500 last year, you made more money than 80% of the world's population.
  • If you have adequate food, sufficient clothing, live in a house or an apartment and have reasonably reliable transportation, you're among the top 15% of the worlds wealthy.
  • If you have all these things plus a savings, more than adequate clothing, a hobby that requires any kind of regular expenditure or gear, and own your own home, you are among the top 5% of the worlds wealthy.
  • America is the wealthiest society that has ever existed.

God's instructionss concerning greed...

"Now there is great gain in godliness with contentment, for we brought nothing into the world, and we cannot take anything out of the world. But if we have food and clothing, with these we will be content. But those who desire to be rich fall into temptation, into a snare, into many senseless and harmful desires that plunge people into ruin and destruction. For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evils. It is through this craving that some have wandered away from the faith and pierced themselves with many pangs." --1 Timothy 6:6-12


Black Friday gets its name from the retailers' belief that their stores will go from red with debt to black with profit. Let's remember what Christ had to say about money and material posessions on this, the biggest retail day of the year, and not blacken the 'black' in this Friday with our greed.

If you're interested in diving deeper into the topic of greed, my church did a great preaching series on it called "Affluenza". You can access it by going to my church's website, clicking on "tools for growth", then "sermons - past". Scroll down to January 8, 15, and 22.

Thanksgiving

"...give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you." --1 Thess 5:18

There's a guy here at work who, when you ask him if he celebrates Thanksgiving, will tell you that every day is Thanksgiving to him. That's a good attitude.

God didn't set up Thanksgiving to be the only day of the year when we're to be focused on how much he has blessed us. He calls us to give thanks in all circumstances, regardless of date, time, place, or comfort. Good times show us his mercy and generosity. Bad times show us his committment to making us more like his son and less like the world. The inbetween times show us his forbearance with our sin. There's never a reason not to give thanks.

Instead of having separate quiet times on Thanksgiving Day, Stephan and I spent some time praying together and thanking God for all our blessings. I'm always amazed at how much I have to be thankful for when I really purpose to think about it.

First and foremost, I'm thankful for my salvation. I have the hope of heaven thanks to what Christ did for me on the cross. There's nothing I praise God for more than this.

Second, I'm thankful for my husband. I know I should feel guilty that the absolute best husband in the world is now off the market, but I don't. Stephan, I don't deserve your love, your patience, your encouragement, your care, or your example in godliness. I need look no further than you to see how much God loves me. Thank you for extending his love to me through your constant service and sacrifice for me. You're my greatest gift under my salvation. Thank you for marrying me.

Next comes my family! I have the coolest parents, the coolest parents in law, the coolest brother, the coolest siblings-in-law, the coolest extended family, the coolest extended family-in-law, and the coolest pets-in-law. God has shown me so much kindess and generosity through each of them. I hope to be more like each of them before I die, by God's grace.

Friends are certainly on my list. I've been blessed with so many friends from all over the world throughout the years. I wish I had the time to spend every evening with each of them. Lucky for me they understand busy schedules...and time differences! I'm so grateful for them.

And of course, I'm thankful for all my material blessings - food, clothing, water, shelter, not to mention the trillions of extras. God has been lavishly kind to me. I should be more grateful.

I've also been aware lately of how God has been particularly faithful to make good on his promises. Promises for provision, guidance, and growth have all come true in my life, just as God said they would in his Word. I'm grateful for that.

Oh, I guess I should talk about dinner. I spent Thanksgiving in New Jersey with my husband, parents-in-law, uncle-in-law, and their two dogs-in-law. We had green beans, curried pumpkin soup, cranberry salad, baked ham, mashed potatoes, and crab cakes (we're not an orthodox bunch). Dessert was fruit tarts with fresh whipcream. The best part though was getting to be with family, and see my uncle's woodwork and hear his stories again. I love his stories.

So, make sure to sit and think about what you have to be grateful for if you haven't already. It really brightens your day!

Happy Birthday!

My blog turned a year old on the 21st!

22 November 2006

He is Faithful

On the 15th of September, our church had our first Family Room meeting, which is a time when families can join to hear biblical teaching specific to family life. One of the things we were encouraged to do was to prioritize two or three big things in our lives and point both barrells at doing them. One of the things Stephan and I picked was praying together daily. We chose to do it first thing in the morning - and starting September 16th we did. One of the things we started praying for was a job for Stephan with better hours, better pay, and some tuition assistance - and before the holidays. We prayed this prayer every day, and nothing happened.

On the 16th of October, I was waiting for my turn to be issued a special computer access card in the ID office of the hospital. Two hours had passed and though I was completely engrossed in The Count of Monte Cristo, I noticed when an older military couple walked in. The husband was obviously a high ranking officer in the Navy, and his wife was very obviously an officer's wife. She was very regal and elegant, dressed in a beautiful crayola blue angora sweater. She called to mind all the duties and sacrifices an officer's wife is called to, and a thought crossed my mind. Maybe it was pride. Maybe it was harmless. Whatever it was, it was simple.

"I could do that..."

Another question followed immediately. "Perhaps you could - but would you?"

It's not often I can say with confidence that I know the voice of God when I hear it, but boy, did I hear it then. Would I? Well, if there's one place you have unlimited, undisturbed time to think, its in a military pass and ID office. I turned the question over and over in my mind, I a most remarkable thing happened - in an instant, I felt my heart change.

I'd walked into that office as a woman who'd grown up in a military family and hated it. I felt I'd done my 20 years and had retired - I'd paid my time. I had forbade my husband to even consider the military because the cons outweighed the pros. It was a terrible way to raise kids. It kept families apart. It could be dangerous. It was just out of the question.

But my heart changed. Suddenly my answer to "would you" switched from "absolutely not" to "yes".

Don't be confused here folks. This wasn't just me maturing. It wasn't getting more information to make a better judgement. I didn't finally 'see things logically'. I still think it's a terrible way to raise kids. I still think it keeps families apart and that's bad. It could still be dangerous. The difference isn't that the military suddenly became appealing or good - it's that God imparted faith to walk through that lifestyle.

So what was I to do? Jump over to the recruitment office? Certainly not. I prayed and asked God, and I felt he wanted me to simply call my husband and release him to consider the military as a career choice if he thought it was best for our family.

So I did - and Stephan told me he'd been thinking about it for years but would have never acted on it without my blessing. Now he had it and he would.

So he found a recruiter and began a dialogue. There were tests to take, physicals to do, interviews to hold. It was going to be a process. We had no idea how long (or short) it would be. We kept praying.

One Sunday during this time I saw an advertisement in the church bulletin. The Alpha administrator was vacating her position and they were seeking to fill it. I elbowed Stephan and pointed.

"You have to apply," he said.

I nodded. He was right. I hadn't been looking to change jobs. I liked my current job. My coworkers were awesome. My boss was fantastic. But this was the Alpha administrator position. The Alpha ministry is a 10-week intro to Christianity. I loved this program. I already volunteered for it. I loved seeing unbelievers come and get to ask their questions without feeling pressure. Some of them came to faith in Christ, some just left more knowledgeable. Either way, they heard the gospel, and I loved seeing that happen. Ever since my first Alpha session I'd wanted to have the administrator job. That had been almost 3 years ago. Now it was open. I couldn't not apply. But I was nervous about it - what if the military called us away in a couple months?

"We'll just walk through it in faith," Stephan kept telling me. "God will put the perfect person into that job."

And that became another of our morning prayers. "God, give Stephan a job with better pay, better hours, and tuition assistance before the holidays, and please put the perfect person into the Alpha admin job, even if it isn't Kari."

October turned to November and the first week passed. I applied and had two interviews in that time. Then came election day - my birthday. I was sitting at my desk when a vaguely familiar number showed up on the caller ID. I couldn't place it, so I just picked up and answered as I did for my office.

"This is Stephanie," I said.

"Hello, is this Kari?" a man's voice asked.

I gripped the edge of my desk. It was the outreach pastor - he'd be my boss if I got the job. I knew the number now. "Yes," I said.

After awkwardly asking if I could call him right back, I took my cell phone and ran down to the courtyard. My thoughts were wild. What if I got the job? The military might call me away. We just didn't know. I should probably turn it down. It wouldn't be fair to accept the position only to resign right after. I was excited to think I might have gotten it, but a little wary - and almost hopefuly that this wasn't an offer.

I called the pastor back once outside.

"I'm calling to let you know that after prayerful consideration we've decided to offer the position to someone else."

"Oh! Great!" I cried.

"Pardon?"

"I'm sorry, go ahead."

He went on to say that I wasn't being hired, but asked if I was willing to be considered for other positions if the church had need. He knew of some changes being made in the office and forsaw the church needing to hire again. "Would you like to be considered if something comes up in the next few months?"

"Yes!" I said. "This actually works out perfectly. My husband and I have a decision to make in the next few weeks, so I'll be in a better position to give the church definite answers then. I'd love to be considered later."

I was glad to have been turned down. My prayer was that God would put the perfect person into the job - and I really had faith that he had.

November waned. Stephan was getting signals from work that they may fire him. He was nervous, but still a pillar of faith. He knew no one could touch him unless God had allowed and planned for it. He had applied and interviewed with both Verizon wireless and Starbucks for jobs, and we were waiting to hear back. We kept praying our prayers, thinking the military would be the answer to them.

During that time Stephan continued to pursue the military. We got a time frame. We'd be in the area at least another year. Apparently it was a long process. But at least now we knew. We were pretty much committed to giving the Military a real shot by this point.

An offer finally an offer came from Verizon wireless. Stephan would get a raise in base pay, plus the potential for commission and bonuses. His hours wouldn't be as harsh. They even offered an amount of unrestricted tuition assistance. And it was still a week before Thanksgiving. He had to do a background check and then they could give him a start date.

A couple days after that the mysterious phone number showed up on my caller ID at work again.

"This is Kari," I answered.

"Recognized my number?" the outreach pastor said.

"Yes sir," I replied.

He went on to tell me that due to some changes in his team he was in a position to hire again. The Alpha admin job had been vacated and he wanted to offer it to me.

I had to come clean about the military with him then - but because I had a time frame to give him he said it wasn't a problem.

"I--This is--can I talk to my husband and call you back?" I asked.

Another run down to the courtyard to talk to Stephan.

"Well, you prayed that God would put the perfect person into the job. Maybe it's you," he said.

We decided we were in faith to accept the offer, but that we wouldn't tell my office until Verizon got back to us about Stephan's background check and gave him a start date.

The week of Thanksgiving arrived. No word from Verizon on Monday. On Tuesday I looked at the calendar and called Stephan.

"I know we haven't heard back from Verizon yet," I said, "but I'm looking at the calendar, and it's the week of Thanksgiving. What if they don't get back to you before the holiday? I wouldn't be able to give a proper two weeks notice here."

"You're right," he said. "Go ahead and tell your boss. We'll step out in faith that nothing will have gone wrong with my background check."

I hung up and told my boss I was resigning. Then I told my officemate. Then I waited and told the course director. Once they all knew, I sent an email out to my department. Everyone knew. It was official.

In the early afternoon my phone rang. It was Stephan.

"My background check cleared. I start on the 7th."

We both marveled at how hours after I resigned in faith that his background check would clear, it cleared.

And all before the holidays.

"...if we are faithless, he remains faithful-- for he cannot deny himself." --2 Timothy 2:13

21 November 2006

So...

...What did you do on your birthday?



2 weeks notice...

I resigned today. I've been offered and have accepted another position, and I gave my 2 weeks notice today.

It's a very very bitter thing to do. When you're about to drop out of someone's life, they say alot of nice things to you - like you're dying. I've been telling people all day "I'm not dying", but they go on saying the nice things, sure they won't hear from me again. I kinda feel like I've been sentenced to death...

I'm a little too mixed-up feeling to pen a proper post today. I'll just say that I adore my coworkers here and am very sad to leave them.

17 November 2006

"I stand a the door and knock"

My husband and I were reading through Romans 8 together last night, and read this:


"And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose. For those whom he foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, in order that he might be the firstborn among many brothers. And those whom he predestined he also called, and those whom he called he also justified, and those whom he justified he also glorified." --Romans 8:28-30


"You know," he said, "from start to finish, it's God working in us. We don't do anything. There's a whole bunch of 'he's in this passage and no 'I's or 'we's."


"Yeah," I said. Then I remembered something. "You know that painting of Jesus standing at the door of our heart and knocking?"


"Yep," Stephan said.


"Did you ever notice that in that painting, there's no doorknob?"


"No - really? There's no doorknob?"


"Nope," I said. "...but I think it would be a more accurate paiting if our side of the door was the one that had no knob."

An awesome quote from my awesome cousin

"He is too wise to make a mistake and too loving to be unkind."

16 November 2006

Today...

...Jin smiled. I saw her. It made me glad.

The sad part was what she smiled at. Another of the staff here had begun telling her jokes about beginning to date again. That spiraled out into this other staff member offering to die herself, go to heaven and get permission from Jin's husband on Jin's behalf. She also offered to lend Jin her own husband and son, or even herself. Lesbianism is in vogue! Perhaps getting drunk was what Jin needed. At least it would help her sleep.

and on and on it went...

But Jin smiled. I saw her.

I couldn't smile genuinely, however. I knew this would only be a temporary fix.

Of course this other staff member was only joking. But it made me ask a question about myself. In a jestful way she was advocating indulging sin to sooth our wounded hearts. What do I turn to when I'm upset? Do I turn to God, or do I turn to sin?

I think most often I turn to sin. I indulge self pity, I indulge anger and self-righteousness, I indulge idleness and laziness, I even indulge idolatry by throwing myself wholy into something other than God for sake of distraction. I ignore the spirit whispering in my ear that there's something else God expects from me... obedience. He calls us to rejoice always - and in what? In our salvation. And how can we do this? By remembering the gospel.

"The saying is trustworthy and deserving of full acceptance, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners..." -1 Tim 1:15

15 November 2006

Psalm 115:1

"Not to us, O LORD, not to us, but to your name give glory, for the sake of your steadfast love and your faithfulness!"

Carrot Cake!

My caregroup blessed me beyond my ability to communicate by allowing me to host a party on Halloween. On said occasion, we had an amazing spread of food because the ladies are amazing cooks. These wonderful cooks paid me a huge compliment by asking for my carrot cake recipe, so here it is!

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CARROT CAKE WITH MAPLE BUTTER FROSTING

OVEN: 350 degrees F
Ingredients: (for cake)
-1 lb carrots, shredded
-1 1/2 cup all purpose flour
-2 teaspoons baking powder
-1/2 teaspoon baking soda
-1 teaspoon salt
-2 teaspoons cinnamon
-4 eggs
-2 Teaspoons vanilla extract
-1 cup dark brown sugar*
-1/2 cup granulated sugar
-1 1/4 cup sunflower oil
-1 cup walnuts, chopped
-1/2 raisins**

*I actually had less brown sugar than I thought and was caught with only 1/2 cup. The cake was still great with half the amount of brown sugar called for. I made no compensatory adjustments to the granulated sugar.

**I used 1 cup of dried currants instead - they disperse the flavor more because they're much smaller than raisins.

Ingredients: (for frosting)
-6 tablespoons unsalted butter (at room temperature)
-3 cups confectioners (powdered) sugar
-1/4 cup maple syrups

1. Line an 11x8" rectangular cake pan (I used a glass Pyrex pan and it worked fine) with wax paper and grease it. Grate carrots and set aside.

2. Sift flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt and cinnamon into a bowl. Set aside.

3. With an electric mixer, beat the eggs until lended. Add the vanilla, sugars and oil; beat to incorporate. Add the dry ingredients in 3 batches, folding in well after each addition.

4. Add the carrots, walnuts and raisins. Fold in thoroughly.

5. Pour the batter into the prepared pan and bake until the cake springs back when touched lightly - 40-45 minutes. (I used the faithful toothpick test as well - I'd reccomend it.) Let stand for 10 minutes, then unmold and transfer to a rack.

6. For the frosting, cream the butter with half the sugar until soft. Add the syrup, then beat in the remaining sugar until blended.

7. Frost the cake when cool.

All from scratch - and a sure-fire way to get some carrots into your family. Mmmm....

We're back?

Hello blogsphere. Long time no see.

I'm writing this in Blogger's new version - it's still a beta version, but they tell me it's more 'reliable'. We'll see.

This is a very exciting time for my blog. On the 21st of this month, it will turn 1! I was very discouraged when, about 2 months ago, blogger started acting up so badly that I lost almost every post I wrote when I tried to publish it. My apologies to anyone who may have been checking in since September. Lots has happened in my life since then and I really want to journal it. Hopefully this new beta blogger (which is yet another google child, if you can believe that) will be a little more helpful. I was considering switching to a new server, but I'm giving this upgrade a chance first. I'd rather not change.

So here I go. If this post works, well, I'll see you soon!

Remember the gospel

23 October 2006

Number our Days

Around noon today I was sending out an email reminder for an upcoming meeting when Lee, a lab tech from the vice chair's lab, burst into the office.

"Jin!" he said.

"What?" I asked. I'd never seen him look so agitated and shook up. I couldn't tell if he was speaking english or chinese to me at first.

"Jin!" he repeated. Then it hit me - Jin was another lab tech. She worked downstairs. She and I were close.

"What about her?" I asked.

"Her husband is dead!" Lee said.

I jumped up from my chair. "What?"

"Her husband is dead!" Lee said.

"How?" I asked, raising both hands to my heated cheaks.

"Suddenly!" he said, gesticulating in that typical Chinese way. "He was in a car accident!"

All the blood drained from my cheeks. "Was Jin with him?"

"She was driving!" Lee said.

I dropped into my chair again, unable to speak for a moment. "Is she ok?" I asked.

"Yes," Lee said. "Their son is also ok."

"Their son was in teh car too?" I cried. This just kept getting worse and worse...

"Yes," Lee said, "But he's ok."

I got up and paced to the other side of the office, my hands on my temples. I turned back to Lee "Where are they now?" I thought. Maybe I could go to them.

"Penssylvania," Lee said. He explained that Jin and her husband had a conference in Detroit and were taking their son along. They were driving through Pennsylvania when they had their accident.

"Is anyone with her?" I asked, horrified.

Lee said then that his wife as well as some other of Jin's friends were leaving immediately to go be with her. I was relieved to hear that. Lee and I talked a few more minutes.

"I'm so shocked," he said, showing me his shaking hands. "I don't know what to do." Then he looked me in the eyes and said "Life is so fragile."

When he left I went back into my office and sunk into the first available chair. My eyes moistened behind my hand as I thought about all the times I heard Jin's chearful voice call to me on the shuttle from the metro to our campus, then wave for me to sit with her; or how she was patiently teaching me Chinese; or how she took all the time in teh world to explain Chinese culture and holidays to me; or how she always asked after my health from the day I disclosed I was seeing a doctor for my malaise...

Sweet, gentle, kind Jin! No one in the department disliked her! She was always smiling! How would she feel when she woke up to find she was a widow? Worse still, when she recalls that she was driving?

I couldn't bear to think of her pain when that happened. I cried and prayed an extremely convoluted prayer. God understood though.

Later in the day we recieved a deliver. I checked who was on the address lable. My contenence clouded as I went to find Salty. He thought the box was for him, but I merely asked how to store it until it's owner returned. He gave me directions, then asked who it was for.

"Jin..." I said, my voice cracking.

"Oh..." he said, understanding everything without me having to explain.

I stored the box and wept over it.

Retreating to my office once again, I dropped my head to my hands and prayed.

"Why Jin, Lord? Sweet, pure Jin! She was the last to deserve this!"

I then felt a scripture come to me, one that I was working on memorizing.

Teach us to number our days, that we may have a heart of wisdom.

Psalm 90:12. I'm sure God wasn't chiding me for grieving with and for Jin. But he wanted to put the spotlight on me for a few minutes, specifically on my sinful heart.

This verse is a prayer of Moses. He's basically beseaching God to help the people realize that their life is short, and with that perspective, act wisely, knowing that their time is limited. We shouldn't be focusing on the here and now, but on eternity.

I forget to do this very often. But with death invading my work day and the reality of mortality staring me in the face, my thoughts were drawn to the startling truth that all of us will one day meet our sudden end - it may be anticipated after a long fight with disease or it may be a surprise, but all of our deaths will be sudden and instantaneous. And in that briefest moment of time, we'll find ourselves in our eternity.

So I ask myself, how am I preparing for that day? Am I sowing to Godliness or am I sowing to the temporary? It's a worthy question, and if our prayer - with Moses - is to have a heart of wisdom born from realizing our mortality, we'll ask it more often.

18 September 2006

A Very Not-Funny Doctor Story...

I was at my desk on Friday as usual. Also as usual, the course director didn't arrive at work until about 2 pm. Again as usual, he dropped by my desk first thing.

"When's the exam due to be duplicated?" he asked.

"Monday," I responded.

He gave me a highly offended look. "That's not what we did last year."

"Yes it is," I said cautiously. "I just adjusted my schedule from last year to fit this year."

"No," he said, growing forceful. "I'm sure that's not right. Am I going insane?" He dropped his papers on my desk and pulled on his red hair.

"Look," I said, "Do you need more time? Because we can have it duplicated on Tuesday. I haven't actually made the appointment yet."

He was looking at me with his 'how could you be so stupid' look. I hate that look. "I'm sure I'm not insane, we didn't do two days before last year."

"Just because I had it on my calendar to have it done two days before doesn't mean it got done two days before - maybe that's what you're remembering." I offered.

"I'm sure you're wrong," he said, growing ever more aggitated.

"If you want it on Tuesday we can do that. There's no standard to follow. You're the course director - just say Tuesday and it'll be done Tuesday. It doesn't matter what was done last year."

He held up his hands to silence me. "Let's ask your supervisor," he said, turning to her desk beside me. She was on the phone, and he said quietly 'I need to talk to you' in a very serious and grave tone.

I was astonished. The course director knows better than anyone that I'm the one who handles all the administration of the course - including getting our exams duplicated. All my supervisor does is put the finished exams in batches of 10 and clips them together. It completely confused me that the course director was now petitioning her for an authoritative account of what happened the year before.

She hung up and gravely told the course director that she had definitely gotten the exam the day before it was to be administered.

The course director looked back at me. "See? I'm NOT insane." He was so intense I thought he might start screaming.

I didn't know what to do. I was completely aghast. I'd never heard him speak that way to me or question me as he just had. In 30 seconds I could produce the proof of what I had said and I was sure he knew that. I was also sure he knew that my supervisor did nothing to administrate the course but paperclip exams. He didn't even seem to listen to me when I repeated over and over that we weren't bound to what we did last year - as course director all he had to do was say the word and things would change. Why was it so important that he confirm he was right, even if that confirmation came from someone with no authority on the subject and could be shot down by a couple clicks of my mouse?

I leaned back in my chair and grabbed a pad and pen. "Tell me what to do," I said flatly.

I wrote down that I was to have the exam duplicated Tuesday. The course director left.

"It'll be alright," my supervisor said to me in her smirking way. I felt like I could hear in her voice her pleasure of having been given the last word on the subject.

I just turned away and went back to my work. The course director came back in a couple of times with questions. I answered with nodds. He didn't hear another word from me the whole day.

Awful scenes like that never leave you alone. As I was walking to the bus stop after work I couldn't escape all the course director's mean looks and aggresive finger jabs. I replayed it over and over in my mind trying to figure out what I did to make him so angry. I couldn't find a thing. I'd said one word - 'Monday' - and it was like I'd thrown a match into gasoline. Rare is the time I could say it, but after an hour commute home of thinking it over, I was convinced I hadn't done anything wrong that would have warranted the response I got.

I'm not saying I didn't respond sinfully after the fact. I certainly got bitter. I was certainly offended that my word was scoffed at, and got terribly self-righteous. I completely withdrew in fear. That's all sin.

Talking to my husband later about it, he asked me if I felt like I deserved better treatment.

"You know what?" I answered. "When you and I fight, usually we sit down and talk about how it started, and pretty usually I contributed to starting that conflict - my tone of voice, my choice of words, my actions, something I did helped that conflict along. In those times, it's easier to say to myself that we're both sinners and to forgive you for your part because when I see my sin, it's easier to tell myself I really don't deserve better. But This time, I really feel like I did deserve better. I did nothing but follow my plan from last year, and when he sounded like he needed more time to finish preparing the exam, I said over and over that that wasn't a problem. It seemed like it became completely about him making sure he was right and I was wrong, and it didn't matter if that confirmation would hold water - he just had to hear it. So yeah, this time, I do feel like I didn't deserve what I got."

Of course the truth of the gospel is that I deserve alot worse than I got from the course director. My husband walked me through this and helped me bring the gospel to bear on my situation. As we meditated on the gospel together, a thought started growing in my mind.

"You know," I said to my husband. "Grace is pretty amazing. I did nothing to incurr the response I got from the course director today. Now, I want nothing more than to cast him away from me and never have to deal with him again. He sinned against me and it hurt. But the gospel tells me that my sin against God is so much greater than the course director's sin against me. God didn't do anything to incurr the reponses I give him, and I do the same thing to God that the course director did to me. But God didn't cast me away. He did just the opposite - he saved me and brought me near to him, and is now teaching me how to turn from those sins against him."

I feel like I was given a pretty astonishing gift in this whole thing - I'll certainly never be able to understand fully, but now I have a better idea of grace.

12 September 2006

A humerous exchange

I have befriended a sales rep for a local office supply company.

THE SETTING: I was asked by Miss Money to place an office order a couple days ago. I couldn't get around to it until today, and each time I was ready to place the order, someone would come in and ask me to add something else.

Below is our email exchange today. You can see sometimes I had to send him another email before he could even reply to my first.

Me: this has been a whirlwind of a day, but I couldln't let it end withoutgetting some quotes from you!

Sales Rep: As we stare at the new fiscal year, head-on, cross-eyed and with the dreams of mo' money, I hope things are going well.

Me: I think there's a certain smell I give off when I'm JUST about to place an office order - because, without fail, they always come on droves from all corners of the university to request things just as I'm about to enter the order!

Sales Rep: They are called "Office Product Pharamones" I can smell them from here! Keep your mace handy, it's like crack to a crackhead!

Me: I don't think my OP Pharamones have ever worked so well! I should donate myself to scientific study! NO! I should go into SALES! Think of all the ways this could be exploited!

Me again: This is AMAZING! I wonder if it could somehow be weaponized...

Sales Rep: Would you consider wearing a T-shirt with my company's name on it as you walk the halls? I guess it's almost like being a Jedi!

Little things like this make being a secretary sooooooo worthwhile. =)

01 September 2006

Mrs. Faherty

"Well you all married the same woman!" Pat said accross the circular table.

Paul, Mike and Tom all looked at each other. We ladies laughed.

Mary and Becky exchanged smiles. "I think she means the same kind of woman," Becky interjected, always wanting to contribute to clarity.

"Yes," Pat said. "You all married women who were quiet, somewhat religious and kind."

The men exploded in laughter. I couldn't help chuckling into my napkin as well - "that was true most of the time..." I thought affectionately.

"My dear," Mike said, "Where have you been keeping that woman?" More laughes.

"Yes," Tom said, "especially since we all married her!"

Becky leaned over and whispered into my ear "Don't be decieved," she said. "They may make fun, but the Faherty men love their women."

I smiled. Tom and Becky Faherty, my parents-in-law. Paul and Mary Faherty, my uncle and aunt by marriage - Tom's brother and his wife. Pat and Mike Faherty - my pa-in-law's cousin and her wife. And then there was me - the newest Faherty, married to Tom and Becky's only son Stephan.

I was at that dinner alone. My "Faherty man" was at work, but I was dining with these old fogies and listening to their wonderful stories, memories and humor - always humor. I loved it. But what I loved most was seeing how right my mother in law was - these men adored their wives. There are alot of things I make very clear that I want no part of. The Faherty women's 'eye' is one of them - that menacing, threatening look from under your eyebrows through slitted eyes. Very scary. The Faherty women's 'finger' is another - that's the one they raise in the air that will magically bring the waitress from anywhere in the restaraunt or open doors that aren't supposed to be opened. I don't have it or want it. But this - having married a Faherty man from a line of men who loved their wives - that's a heritage I'll partake of.

My husband and I were at home earlier this week when we got a call. Mary was in the hospital. It wasn't looking good.

We made plans to leave. We just had to wait for my brother and sister-in-law to fly in from Misourri. More calls. "No change." "Her sister's here now." Then "She's awake." We might make it. Later that night, we got the call - "she's dead."

The next day the six of us rode in a caravan to West Virginia, where we met up with Mary's husband Paul. What a joy it was to be with him! I hope we blessed him half as much as he blessed me. The viewing was sad. The funeral was sadder. Paul made to leave immediately after the service.

"I'm sad I didn't know her better," I said as I hugged him goodbye. "But I'm glad you're still here."

"Well, you've lost the better of us," he said. I smiled. He'd been saying that all day. He truly believed it. "Eat something," he said, poking my stomach. I smiled again, a little bigger. He'd been saying that all day too.

He left. Me and my parents-in-law and siblings-in-law terried a while and went to visit my father-in-law's parent's grave. Tom astutely pointed out that they'd be burrying Mary at that time, and she and Paul had spaces right next to his parents. We decided to go anyway.

We payed our respects to Stephan's grandparents and as we were leaving we got to see them laying Mary's headstone. It was long - twice as long as it needed to be. Mary's headstone only took up half of the marble slab. Paul's would go next to her's.

We left at that point, but I turned one last glance back at Mary's headstone. It had her name, her date of birth (her death date wasn't screwed on yet) and a simple two word inscription.

"Beloved wife," I read.

Don't be decieved, my mother in law had said. The Faherty men love their women.

Yes they do. My eyes welled with tears as I realized I hadn't yet know the love that Mary had, the love of a Faherty man for 40 years. But by God's grace, I would. I'd married a Faherty man - and he made it plain every day how much he loves me. He'd had some good examples, I guess.

I walked back to the car, resolved to make it a point to know these guys and their wives better - and to be worthy of the title that these other women had carried before me - that of Mrs. Faherty.

28 August 2006

23 August 2006

The end of the matter.

I took off my jacket and threw it across the room.

"Who was it?" my husband asked.

"My friend from Bahrain," I answered. I'd just hung up the phone.

"She ok?" he asked.

"She's fine." I sighed, hesitating. "There's a job opening there she wants us to consider."

I went on to discribe the set up of our dreams: both of us teachers. 6 weeks vacation on top of the 7 weeks of summer. Paid plain fare to the island. The school would pay our rent for a 1 bedroom flat. 2 trips home to America during the year. Full medical coverage. A chance to learn fluent Arabic. And - we'd be living right in the middle of the world. All the things we'd been trying to get at for years wouldn't be so far away any more.

"Wow..." he said. "When do they want us to start?"

"Next week," I said.

We both laughed. There was no way this would work out and we knew it. We sighed heavy sighs and went back to our now very American-seeming chicken 'stir-fry'.

That night I layed awake in bed, a little miffed with God for taunting me with stuff like this. "I can't take it any more," I silently said. "It eats me up just knowing that the Great Wall is there and I'm not walking it. The Camino de Santiago is peopled with pilgrims and I'm not one of them. Someone's climbing in and out of the Grand Canyon, and it isn't me. Will I ever get those caligraphy brushes from China? Will I ever see the Himalayas? Will I ever make it back to the Louve? How will I ever read Faust in the original if I can't go to Germany to learn German? You're keeping me down God - when's my life going to get started? I never get anything I want..."

The next day it was hard to go to work. But when I missed my home-bound buss I was left with 20 minutes to sit and think. You can guess where my mind went. I started praying again, telling God I just didn't understand. Would he ever let me travel? Or even if he never allowed me to leave Germantown again, could I at least have a family? Or could I at least have my husband home at night? Or could I at least get that new shirt I want before winter set in?

Then I felt a question: "What's the purpose of your life?" Well, my internal mouth shut very quickly. I understood. I was feeling a little unfulfilled - and was looking for fulfillment in all the wrong places. It makes perfect sense that God would withhold from me thing that I may idolize while he teaches me to find my full satisfaction in him alone.

Solomon came to mind. Here was a guy who had everything I could ever want. He's discribed as the wisest and richest man in history - and he was a king, so he was powerful. He used his smarts, money and power to dabble in just about everything from women to material pleasure. He'd totally turned his back on God to run the gambit of what the world has to offer - and at the end of it all? We know what he said, because the phrase has slipped into proverbial history: All is vanity. After tasting everything other than God, Solomon comes to a conclusion. It's the same one I had to remind myself of before I took all my unsatied desires and spun off down the same path he did.

"The end of the matter; all has been heard. Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the whole duty of man." -Ecclesiastes 12:13


I don't need anything besides what I already have to fear God and keep his commandments, so I'm not being 'kept down' at all. I need to remind myself that when I begin to desire things of the world, that route has already been tried by many before me, who have come to the same conclusion Solomon did. Those things won't fulfill them because they aren't their purpose in life - seeking God and obeying him is the whole duty of man, not just a part. And that, friends, is the end of the matter, and will never change.

22 August 2006

Reading!

Can I encourage everyone out there, that when you find yourself married, read with your spouse - out loud to one another. It's great fun. Don't make excuses - turn off the television and go to bed a hour earlier and instead of going right to sleep read to each other.

All Things

In the vein of a relevant conversation a friend of mine recently asked me if I was content with my current situation. It was an apt and timely question - definitely spirit-led.

"HA! No - definitely not content," I answered. I've been struggling with discontent for a couple weeks now. I'd always been good at complaining, but it had become a regular pastime. "So God," I'd ask, "when's it my turn for a family/to come home/to travel/to be free from financial restraints/etc?" It seems to me like everyone around me is getting all these things way before me and that some mysterious force is just withholding them from me - and since I don't believe in mysterious forces, but do believe in a good, wise, loving God, it must be him. Why's he doing that??

A woman in church last Sunday shared an impression she believed was from the Lord. It went right to my sinful little heart.

"He who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, how will he not also with him graciously give us all things?" --Romans 8:32


This woman felt that the Lord wanted to admonish those present who were focusing on the 'all things' - we'd decided what the 'all things' were and were upset with God for not making good on his promise. She felt the Lord wanted to remind us that he decides the what the all things are, and when they will be delievered, and that we were to focus on the giver and not the gifts.

Well, that was me. How kind of God to lay this word on this woman's heart to share. Since having such clear guidance, I've been praying that God would use this time of boundaries to break me of my greed and desire for earthly things, and help me to seek him instead.

21 August 2006

Trading down?

Classes started at the medical school where I work today. I have been preparing for this day for months, with alot of guidance from the doctors who will actually teach the course. It's a big day for us - a bad day for my bus to be late, but it all ended well.

I got here early enough to sit in on the introductory lecture for the course. It was the first time I had done it. It was cool to see the course director lecture. I'm used to interacting with this guy with both of us trying to get some food in our guts as we go through course plans, me folded up in his deep arm chair and he with his feet propped up on his desk. But today he was dressed in collar and tie and was using words I never would have credited to his intellect. He's actually a very good speaker (has a little trouble with the concept of a clip-on microphone, but otherwise, a very good speaker!) - and obviously a gifted scientist and teacher.

Well, I was absolutely captivated. After the lecture I quietly slipped out the back and returned to my desk, but as soon as the course director came back I scurried down to his office and said "Can I just take the course?"

Back at my desk, I began to think about my life 3 years ago. I had been in school in a pre-med program. It had been my goal to be an MD, just like all 178 students in that lecture. They would all go one to pour their lives into their career - which for them wasn't only medicine, by military. They'd learn things I'd never learn, have experiences I'd never have, see things I'd never see, aquire skills I'd never master, and be the doctors I'd never be. The course introduction had been very interesting, and I began thinking about going home and pulling my beloved biology text book off the shelf and flipping through it again.

Kari Evans, M.D., had been my dream 3 years ago. And what had happend? Well, I did get some new letters after my name, but not the ones I had expected. Instead of 'M.D.' I aquired 'Faherty'. I traded doctordom for wifedom, medicine for marraige. Had I traded down?

I thought about it. In the one hand, 30 years from now, I could have:
  1. I could have a career in medicine where I could potentially save a couple hundred lives
  2. A wealth of knowledge unheld by the average joe
  3. Recognition
  4. A ludicrous salary
  5. Maybe even fame!
  6. ...well, all that if my health held out long enough for me to make it through training, which it doesn't look like it would have...
  7. and even if it did and I made it to residency, I'd have hours that restricted my time for family and church
  8. so that would have put off marriage until, when? About age 30?
  9. and how am I to be serving my local church with crazy hours?
  10. no, wait, how am I to be serving my home and family with crazy hours?
  11. yikes.

So, in the other hand I had my life as it actually exists:

  1. The best husband in the world, second to none
  2. nearly 3 years of marriage I wouldn't trade for any amount of fame, money, or education
  3. 2 years at the best church in the world, second to none, with the prospect of decades more attending and serving in that same church
  4. more spiritual growth in my life since I stopped college than in all my pre-marriage years combined
  5. a proper understanding of the Gospel
  6. freedom to let my husband lead our family without having to fight to keep a career afloat
  7. freedom to serve my home and family without other pressures
  8. the potential to start a family earlier and experience more of my childrens' lives
  9. and thanks to the lack of distractions, a chance to get my priorities straight: God, Family, Church.

This wasn't how my priorities were, well, prioritized 3 years ago. I had a bunch of idols vying for God's place on the throne of my worship. But some sound doctrine, good teaching, and alot of Gospel-talk later, I've come to see that God's will was never for me to pour my life into a career. He wants me to pour it into him - and for me as a wife, this means service oriented toward my home and my family. This would have been severly hindered by a time consuming career like medicine.

So, Kari MD in one hand, Kari Faherty in the other. Did I trade down? I dont' think so. Scripture doesn't think so - and I truly believe God doesn't think so.

PS - my husband doesn't think so either.

18 August 2006

Larenim

Would you ever have thought that I would be wearing makeup every day? Well I am! (My brother is so proud!) This post is a shout out to the make up that has allowed me to throw away everything else I stole from my mom when I was in middle school . (...sorry mom.)

The founder of Larenim Mineral Makeup had every possible skin problem imaginable -some of it induced by her conventional makeup - and founded the company to try and save others the same troubles.

I'm 23 and have struggled with acne nice my early teenage years. I kinda feel like at this age, I've done my time and should be through, but it hasn't let up.

Or hadn't.

I prefer natural to synthetic anywhere I have a choice. For this reason, bad though my acne be, I couldn't bring myself to wear traditional makeup that would exacerbate my breakouts, feel awful on my skin, and make me look fake. I chose not to wear it unless it looked and felt natural, didn't upset my skin, didn't smear off on everything, felt good while I wore it, and stayed on all day. Needless to say, this makeup was never found, and so I went without.

Finally fed up with the breakouts, I started looking for something - anything - that would help, even if it just meant makeup to cover the imperfections. I tried my local Whole Foods and found Larenim. "Can't hurt..." I thought.

Well, I never thought anything would meet my hippie standards, but Larenim does. It's low maintenance because it stays on all day; it looks and feels natural; it doesn't smell "like a dentist office" (as my husband observed other makeup did); it doesn't rub off on me or my husband's clothes; and best of all, it doesn't exacerbate my acne.

On the contrary, this make up is the only thing I've ever applied to my face that has cleared up my acne 100%. Something in the stuff just balanced my skin. Now that's cool!

My husband came in while I was applying my makeup one day and said "Well well, my hippie's wearing makeup again!" He was quite for a minute. "Are you ok with this?" he asked sincerely.

"I'm REALLY ok with it," I answered. "In fact, I feel like I'm just doing one more step in my skin care routine. I don't even feel like I'm 'putting on makeup'."

Pretty darn cool if you ask me. You can get samples for 4 bucks a pop on the web site. I'd encourage everyone to try it. Oh, and if you're still unconvinced, maybe reading about what conventional makeup will do to your skin over time - even the ones that are "non-comedogenic" and "hypo-allergenic" - will give you a little incentive. It sure did for me. See here and here.

17 August 2006

Self righteousness

I ride the bus to work. It's awesome. It gives me time in a busy busy day to read!

Before I get too deep into this post, everyone should read The Count of Monte Cristo.

I ride the bus to work. I pick one spot at the bustop and I always wait there. I figure God is sovereign over where the bus pulls up alot the curb. There's usually plenty of seats for all of us.

One day a few weeks ago the bus pulled up right in front of me. Everyone shifted to await the opening doors. There were some people ahead of me since I usually stand back from the curb. Then from my right a woman began pushing very forcefully and rudely slipping herself between people to force her way to the head of the line. A blond woman next to me began some commentary. "Whoa, geez! Take it easy! It's not like he's going to leave you behind!" I dropped my eyes. She said exactly what I was thinking, only I added "Hmph! I never do anything that rude...".

On the way home there's another phenomenon that illicited the same kind of 'good grief!' reaction from me. When we're approaching the final discharge spot (that's the bustop where everyone has to get off or they're going to make the loop again) some people will get up out of their seat a half mile from the stop and just stand in front of the door. Here's my mental reaction: "Why do people do that? I can somewhat understand pushing to the head of the line when you're boarding the bus to get a seat, but when you're exiting? It's like they think all the seats in their car are going to be taken when they get there! What makes them think they're so much better than the rest of us that they should be first off the bus?" and then there it was again: "Hmph! I never do that."

Well, my sin-detector (you know, the holy spirit) went off one morning while I was having these thoughts. "A little self-righteous, aren't we?" it asked. I thought about it. Yes, it seemed so. Scripture calls us to a high standard in this area. Philipians 2:3 says "Do nothing from rivalry or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. " We aren't to think of ourselves as better than others - so I'm not to think that someone is worse than me because they do something I wouldn't, like push to the head of the bus line or wait at the door.

Jesus condemns this elevated view of self in a parable he told.

"Now he told a parable to those who were invited, when he noticed how they chose the places of honor, saying to them, "When you are invited by someone to a wedding feast, do not sit down in a place of honor, lest someone more distinguished than you be invited by him, and he who invited you both will come and say to you, 'Give your place to this person,' and then you will begin with shame to take the lowest place. But when you are invited, go and sit in the lowest place, so that when your host comes he may say to you, 'Friend, move up higher.' Then you will be honored in the presence of all who sit at table with you. For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, and he who humbles himself will be exalted." --Luke 14:7-11

It's easy to see from this parable that we're always to go into the feast with the assumption that all other guests are more important than ourselves. There's never a reason to think we're better than the next guy - even if the next guy is shoving his way to the head of the bus line. What's the difference between him and me really? Could his pushing be an expression of him thinking he's better than the rest of us and deserves to board first? Is that any different than me thinking I'm better than him because I don't do that? Looks like we're both suffering from an elevated view of self and a diminuative view of others.

The bus queue isn't the only place in my life where self-righteousness manifests. Every time I see that my husband has put the garlic press in the crock instead of the drawer I think "why does he keep doing this! I never do this, I get it right!" I'm being self-righteous. When I get cranky at the guy who pushes all the way to the front of the merge lane on the interstate instead of just taking an earlier opening and think "Why do people do that? Don't they know they're making traffic worse by doing that? I never do that," I'm being self righteous. I could go on like this forever.

Perhaps you're thinking it's not wrong to expect people to 'act properly' or 'get it right'. Well, I think if I search my heart what I'm really saying with statements like this is I want them to do it the way I would do it. And in that, I'm definitely using myself as the ultimate standard of correctness. And so...I'm the best! Or that's what I'm believing in my heart, and that's what's coming out in my actions.

16 August 2006

A stout beating with the conviction stick

"For godly grief produces a repentance that leads to salvation without regret, whereas worldly grief produces death." --2 Corinthians 7:10

My husband came home yesterday to find me reading.

"How was your day?" he asked.
"Ok," I answered quietly.
"You sleepy?"
"No," I said.
"You sick?" he said, looking concerned.
"No, I feel fine..."
"Well what's wrong then?" he asked.
"I'm a sinner..." I said quietly, dropping my eyes.

I must have looked kinda cute and pitiful, because Stephan laughed in that way you do when you see a baby crying and just can't take it seriously. He sat down adn hugged me, and told me that I had plenty of company in being a sinner.

"A thousand other sinners wouldn't make me less sinful," I informed him.
"Well, no," he said, "but God knows hot to handle sinners. Are you remembering the gospel?"

He told me the story again. Sinful men, deserving punishment from a holy God, were brought near to him by him substituting his son - Jesus - to recieve the punishment they deserved. If I had put my faith in Christ's death on my behalf, "Which you have," he said, then God looks and me and see's Christ's righteousness and not my sinfulness.

I nodded. He was right, of course, but there was something sweet and unique about the way I was feeling this time.

We'd been reading through a book in my caregroup about genuine repentence. One of the ingredients to genuine repentence was true sorrow over our sin. It's one thing to know we've broken a rule, but when we really meditate on the fact that we've acted outside the boundaries laid by a holy god - who has already done so much to save us - and have grieved him by our actions, then we become truly sorrowful. Those sins put Jesus on the cross. Those actions created my need for a savior, and ultimately made it neccesary for Jesus to die the death I should have.

Grieving over the fact that we hurt God is a neccesary ingredient to being truly repentant for our sin. But as we read through this section, I realized that I very rarely felt grieved over my sin - sure I felt bad that I broke a rule or tarnished my track record, but I didn't think in context of wronging and hurting the heart of the perfect God that had sacrificed his beloved son to reconcile me, a sinner, to himself.

Well, we started reading this book last Tuesday. Sunday I got the word from God that he wanted me to respond in obedience. I knew that there would be no real and lasting change in my life until I was truly sorrowful over my sin - if I lacked that, I would simply fall back into old patterns of sin. I mean, no one ever changes an action they don't really and truly feel bad for.

I prayed a simple prayer that God would increase my grief over my sin. I wasn't expecting a stout beating with the conviction stick - which is what I felt like I got.

I woke up the next morning and felt like I was going to collaps in a puddle of tears all day. I saw my sin like I'd never seen it before. When I saw the puddle of water on the floor in front of the ice machine I immediately thought "What idiot dropped ice and didn't kick it under the machine?" That was a judgemental attitude - had to stop and repent for that. When my supervisor got a phone call from a long lost friend and couldn't stop talking about it I grew angry and frustrated with her. Again, had to walk through repentance. Oh, and when the people in the issuing office were offended and put off when I brought something to them late by no fault of my own I left in a huff thinking "Do they think things never come across my desk unexpectedly or late? I don't act that way when it does..." That was self-righteousness. That one almost put me on the floor. I hadn't realized just how much I sinned. It was almost imcapacitating.

How many of you opperate like this: if there are no adverse consequences for your sin, or no one calls you out on your sin, you don't even think about it really being sin. It's just a natural reaction to life. It's justified. It's understandable. You dont' grieve it. Sure, you may ask God to forgive you - maybe - but your heart doesn't feel it would break over it.

This is a discription of my relationship with repentance. I rarely ask forgiveness from God. I don't grieve my sin enough to prompt me to go back to the one I've ultimately offended - God. Sin by it's nature is an offense against God.

When I told my husband all this, he cautioned me against condemnation - which is letting the magnitude of your sin overwhelm you to the point where you forget that Christ has already paid for it - all of it. Basically you're saying with your actions that his death wasn't adequate and you still have reason to wallow in your sin. True belief in the gospel dispells condemnation because those who are saved are no longer condemned.

I was like this all day. It may sound like I wasn't in a hurry to get out of this funk. Well, like I said, there was something sweet and unique about this time. Usually, I do fall into condemnation. I completely forget the cross and wallow in the magnitude of my sin. Falling into that condemnation usually preceeds a whole host of other sins - like self-pity and anger and dispair. But I wasn't like that this time. This time I was keenly aware that I was washed clean by Christ's blood - and was so genuinely grieved over my sin in general that I was even desirous of avoiding the sins that usually went with condemnation. Those sins were just as bad as those of lisence. Where I was that day was simply grieved over my sin as a whole. Pouty sins didn't become permissible because I was feeling guilty over other sins. All sins were things that hurt God - and so were all things to be avoided. I just wanted to savor the acute awareness of that fact. I needed it. Without the grief, there's no genuine repentance and no lasting change.

So how about today? I'm feeling better. I'm trying to meditate on the gospel and remember that though my sin is horrid, it is attoned for. This is a very exciting thing! Only the perfect love of God could prompt him to pay such a price to ransom a sinner like me from death - and because of Jesus, nothing can separate me from that love. This should produce joy. And as my husband faithfully pointed out last night, "The Christian life is not marked by grief, but by joy."

The joy is building in my heart. But I want to give proper time to the grief too. The more genuine my grief, the more genuine my joy will be too.