30 September 2008

I want, I want, I need, I need

In Target yesterday with Lucy, we came upon the shoe department. Lucy spied some VERY sparkly Converse sneakers in the ladies department.
"Mama!" she squealed. "You should get those!"

"Oh, really? Should I try them on?", as I took a pair from the shelf.

"Oh, Mama! You don't WANT those! You NEED those!"

* Edited to add: Bonus points for the saavy reader who can name the movie the title comes from! A prize! A BIG one! Okay, just kidding. Just fame and glory on my blog...read by TENS of people EVERY SINGLE WEEK.

25 September 2008


I love this scene, experienced this morning:
Driving along Soldiers Field Road, a somewhat misty morning. Harvard's playing fields on our right and the Charles River to our left. The river is still except for the soft wakes of the sculls, with one or two or eight rowers. The muted sunlight shines on the water and warms us as we creep along with the traffic.

22 September 2008

I think I must be almost famous

Someone famous commented on my blog.  


And what a thrilling post it was for her to read and comment on.  She must have been just BLOWN AWAY with my blogging skillz, my wit, my depth of insight.  Oh sheesh, how embarrassing.  Anyway, if you want to know who it was, look at the previous post.  And then start reading her blog, because she is stinkin' hilarious.  Unless you are easily offended and don't like decapitated Barbies.  Then don't read her blog 'cause you might get mad.

On another note, thinking about Martha Stewart (I tried not to think about her very long) reminded me of a very funny story of long ago.  A story that involves Martha Stewart and one very astute little boy.  The little boy's name rhymes with Salter.

Long ago, when this little boy was just a wee lad of perhaps three, he and I happened to watch a television show featuring dear old Martha making something in the kitchen.  Maybe it was cookies.  Or maybe it was Raspberry-Topped Chocolate Tartlets with Pecan Crusts.  Who can remember such things?  ANYWAYS.  This little boy may also have seen dear old Martha on the cover of a magazine, probably holding an elaborate leaf and acorn wreath.  Or maybe it was hand-knitted silverware dispenser.  WHO CAN REMEMBER SUCH THINGS?  And the astute little boy said the following:  "Poor Martha!  She has to get up in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT to make the cookies, and bake the cakes.  Poor Martha.  She is always making something..." and he proceeded to go on and on about all of poor Martha's labors.  Poor Martha indeed.

20 September 2008

Martha, Martha, Martha

Ha ha! I just signed up on Martha Stewart's blog to have my blog reviewed by her worker bees. So here, in return, is a link to Martha's blog.

Click here to go to her blog!

18 September 2008

Meet my friend

Today I read a blog post written by my friend, Howard. Howard and John worked at the seminary together for years, and Howard's wife, Karen, was a good pal in seminary days and beyond. They have three boys, we have three boys. Their family provided staple guests at all our birthday parties and vice versa. Recently, they moved from the idyllic North Shore (read: homogeneous, big backyard, quiet streets and easy parking) to Manhattan so Howard can work at Redeemer Presbyterian Church. They're real city dwellers now, with a fourth floor walk-up AND Karen rides around the city on her scooter.  She's so cool.  Did I mention the three boys? They are brave!

ANYWAY. Read what Howard has to say here about waiting on and listening to God.  Read and be encouraged. He's an amazing writer.

The Alphabet 2008

Here's Lucy's recitation of the alphabet this morning.  Perfect for an election year.

"A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O - Bama."

Okay then.

We are girls

This is a phrase that Lucy like to say when she and I are doing something together.  During the days now, all the brothers are at school so I told Lucy, "It's just you and me!"  She latched right on to that idea and now tells me each morning, when all the men of the house have departed, "Mom, it's me and you!"  And this morning, she added on, "We are girls!"  
The other day, I had her "help" me in the kitchen (she stirred flour, sugar and water while I prepared dinner) and she said, "I help you, Mom!  We are girls!  Oh yeah!"
And she is quick to tell her brothers, "You not a girl.  You a boy." 
No lack of self-confidence here!

I love me some funny punctuation

Okay, I have another site to make you laugh.  That is, if you're geeky like me and think punctuation can be funny.  I found this site linked at Cake Wrecks, which, if you haven't seen yet...hie thee hence!

This really tickled me.  The first one or two aren't so hilarious, but keep scrolling down.  It's totally wicked awesome, dude.

15 September 2008

My Book Stack

Do you have a stack of books next to your bed that you mean to read?  I always do.  I go through seasons when I hardly read at all, and then others when I'm a reading fool.  

The summer is always a good time for me to read.  Three books read over the summer that stand out to me are:  Three Cups of Tea, by Greg Mortenson; The God of Small Things, by Arundhati Roy and Peace Like a River, by Leif Enger.  I recommend them all, for different reasons.  In Enger's book, the penultimate chapter is a moving description of what heaven might be like.  I wept while reading it, and even wept while reading it for the second and third times.  It made me want heaven so much.  And it's only one author's vision!  Imagine how wonderful it will be in reality when we are there.  I found it comforting, and especially thought of my dear friends who have lost parents or children in the last year.  I wondered if they might find it a comfort as well.

So here is what is in my stack currently:
Marriage to a Difficult Man, The Uncommon Union of Jonathan and Sarah Edwards, Elisabeth D. Dodds (don't you love that title?) (currently reading)
How to Eat, Nigella Lawson (currently reading)
The Tipping Point, Malcolm Gladwell (just started)
Outgrowing the Ingrown Church, C. John Miller
The Thing Itself:  On the Search for Authenticity, Richard Todd
Respectable Sins, Jerry Bridges
The Heart of a Servant Leader, C. John Miller (ongoing reading)
In Defense of Food, Michael Pollan

12 September 2008


Well, I'm not going to be able to hide this for long, so I might as well tell you now...



Ha ha! Did I trick you?

But I did get haircut today. I mean, a major haircut. I've never been super cautious about my hair overall. At certain times I have been very cautious (read: BORING!). But in the span of my life, I've had all hair lengths. Well, not Crystal Gayle length (does anybody know who she is any more? You youngsters might not).

ANYWAYS. I have cut my hair. And it is short. So be prepared, if you live close enough to see me. My hair guy, Erik, assures me this is a cut he saw all over Los Angeles, when he was there a few weeks ago. And that's all that matters, right? It's not how you feel, it's how you look, dahling!

06 September 2008

I should be in bed, but I'm here cryin'

I'm staying up way too late, with John asleep next to me on the sofa, laughing until I cry at this.

I'm not kidding, tears are going down my face. It's just me and the computer. You have to check it out.

03 September 2008

The nominee

Sarah Palin! Whoa!

02 September 2008

A trap

I'm having many thoughts lately about my life, how I want to live it, what really matters.  Here are some of my thoughts, taken (roughly) from my journal.  While at different times in my life I have been a faithful journal keeper, right now my journal is more of a survival journal.  I use it for lists, sermon notes, budget notes and thoughts that I find I must get out onto paper.  I'm still more of a pen-and-paper sort of person, though I'm becoming more comfortable with typing my thoughts (which is really helpful when you're keeping a blog; the pen-and-paper blog just hasn't really taken off).

Here is a trap.  I feel convicted that I want to live for others and share my faith and so I determine that I need to read my Bible more, to be more disciplined and organized, etc.  And so in the process I become self-absorbed and set on achieving my plan for my own betterment.

What I need is the Gospel.
What I need is God's Word.
What I need is to be filled up with sweet water so that
whatever spills over is not bitter but sweet.

I cannot fill myself up like that.  

I can put myself in a position to be filled by reading God's Word, praying for the Holy Spirit and warming myself at the fire of God's love.

But having a more disciplined schedule, WHILE BENEFICIAL, will not lead me into godliness, will not sustain my soul, will not fill me up with that sweet water I so desperately need.

And here's the thing:  all this is already mine!  Jesus is ready and able, He stand waiting to help me.  He is so much more inclined to help that I am inclined to believe that He wants to help!

O Lord, the time is short.  Work in me, Spirit of God.  Fill me with sweet water!