tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910475638756097662024-02-06T22:34:05.245-08:00A Prudent LifeGiving thought to my stepsKristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219487185122225081noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291047563875609766.post-20912929560269328832012-10-10T13:59:00.005-07:002012-10-10T14:02:49.347-07:00I just don't want to... Here's something I've discovered about myself: I don't want to write about just one topic for 31 days. It really sounded like a good idea but, honestly, I'm bored out of my mind. Even a topic that interests me just isn't interesting enough to be my sole focus for a month. That's just not how my life goes.<br />
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So, I'm giving up that proposed quest and acknowledging that God moves in my life in a multitude of ways. And that's what this is supposed to be about: how God is moving in my life. <br />
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Lately God has been using a certain precious 3 year old to teach me. I don't know what I'm going to do next fall when he starts preschool, I'll miss my little companion. But that's enough of that, no need to start mourning something that won't happen for another year! Anyway, Patrick is the source of so many good lessons. Here are a few things I've noticed lately: <br />
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<li><b>Be joyful always.</b> Patrick is so full of joy. Nothing seems to dampen his spirits, even disappointment. I could use more of this kind of attitude.</li>
<li><b>Nothing is lost by putting another person first.</b> Patrick has a strong willed older sister. Now, Helen and I have a lot of talks about being considerate about other people's wishes so I don't mean for this to excuse what is sometimes bad behavior on her part, just to recognize Patrick's good behavior. Patrick is quick to give in, to let Helen have her way and to do so happily. He knows that nothing is lost by playing Helen's way, in fact, he knows how much he gains when he does play with his sister.</li>
<li><b>Move on when you make mistakes.</b> Patrick makes mistakes. We all do. One thing I love about him is how quick he is to acknowledge mistakes and ask for forgiveness. He is so sweet. He also remembers the mistake and often talks about how to not make the same mistake again.</li>
<li><b>Love the little things.</b> Patrick loves tiny bugs, little rocks, a small candy, a little rest. He will stop for the smallest thing...something that often annoys me but that I'm learning to appreciate. Sometimes I'm so busy rushing around that I lose sight of all the little things that make this life so lovely.</li>
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My children are such precious gifts. This list is about Patrick but I could just as easily make a similar list about Helen. In fact, maybe I'll do that tomorrow. What I love about motherhood is how many times my kids teach me about the really important things of life. I hope they are learning those life lessons too.<br />
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A few months ago a friend of mine suggested that we start exercising together. I thought it sounded like a great idea. So we had to decide what to do. We both like to run so that was an option. But we were hoping to include as many of the ladies from our church as were interested and we were afraid that running might leave some ladies out. Plus, there comes a time of year around here when we both give up running outside for the more comfortable temperatures of our treadmills. So, we decided to look around for some exercise video we could do together.<br />
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We stumbled on a new favorite: <a href="http://www.prayfit.com/">PrayFit</a>. PrayFit was put together by Jimmy Pena, a fitness expert and Christian. He and a friend of his put PrayFit together with the purpose of meeting two basic needs, spiritual nourishment and physical development. We bought the DVD and the devotional book that goes along with it and got to work.<br />
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Wow! We love it. I love the PrayFit tagline: In Jesus name, we train. Because that's why we are doing it. Sure, the side benefits are nice (living longer, looking better in a dress, etc) but the real reason we workout, the reason we do anything, is to bring glory to God.<br />
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The PrayFit workouts are great. It's just 33 minutes or so, which fits nicely into our morning schedule, and it's a pretty intense workout. And the level of intensity is really just dependent on the participant. So someone really fit (like my friend) can work out alongside someone less fit (like me). Finally, we love the encouragement that Jimmy Pena provides throughout the video. My friend and I, along with other ladies from the church, now meet three mornings a week at 5:30am to workout together. And the workouts are an encouragement to my soul as well.<br />
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Also, the PrayFit website has daily devotional thoughts that have been really helpful to me. Check it out!Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219487185122225081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291047563875609766.post-81584299896822788282012-10-03T10:11:00.002-07:002012-10-03T12:21:08.889-07:00Day 3: On living healthy and trusting God<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here is the truth about me and food: sometimes (often?) I turn to food for comfort or stress-relief. I don't even really think about what I am doing. I start to feel anxious about something (my health, my kids, the house we've been trying to sell for the last 4 years, money, etc) and suddenly I find myself eating a cookie (who are we kidding? I mean a bag of cookies) or some chips or everything in the fridge.<br />
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That's my downfall with food. I actually eat very well during regular meal times. I manage my portion sizes appropriately, I eat lots of veggies and other good-for-me things. I don't fill up on sugary drinks. If you talked to someone who watched my meal-time eating habits, they'd think I have no problems with food.<br />
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It's the in between times that are a problem. When I put my son down for a nap and start paying bills or talking to our Realtor When I am irritated with my daughter's back talk. When I feel frustrated at my son's slowness at potty training. These are the times when I find myself craving the comfort of food. <br />
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I have been greatly convicted of this lately. Who should I go to for comfort? Who should I turn to when I am irritated or frustrated or worried? When I turn to that chocolate chip cookie, what am I saying? Am I giving the cookie power over me? Am I making that cookie into an idol?<br />
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I have been studying 2 Corinthians lately and really had to stop and meditate over 7:1 <i>"Therefore, since we have these promises, dear friends, let us purify ourselves from everything that contaminates body and spirit, perfecting holiness out of reverence for God." </i>Do you know what promises Paul is referring to? Look back at chapter 6: God has promised to live and walk among us, to be a Father to us and to make us His sons and daughters.<br />
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If my children had a worry or a problem, would I want them to turn to some false comforter? No, I would want them to come to me, to let me walk alongside them in their problems. I would want to provide comfort and, hopefully, solutions to their problems. That's what God wants from me. So, rather than turn to food for temporary comfort, I am learning to turn to Him for eternal comfort.<br />
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<br />Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219487185122225081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291047563875609766.post-19096939928325846652012-10-02T16:50:00.003-07:002012-10-03T12:01:10.144-07:00Day 2: The link between physical and spiritual discipline<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>"Even though we do not sense that we are doing anything profound for God, it is important to understand that God continually works in the daily circumstances of our lives. Our part is not to look at our situation, but to set our hearts to draw near to our heavenly Father."</b></div>
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both quotes from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Drawing-Near-Heart-God-Encouragement/dp/1615216227/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1349220647&sr=8-1&keywords=drawing+near+to+the+heart+of+god"><i>Drawing Near to the Heart of God</i> by Cynthia Heald</a></div>
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I actually read both of these quotes today. I hadn't planned to use them in this post, hadn't even picked up the devotional they are from until this morning. It's amazing how God speaks to my heart in unexpected ways.</div>
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Today I am writing on the connection between physical discipline and spiritual discipline. For many years I did not consider my physical life connected with my spiritual life. I thought my walk with the Lord was just some kind of internal thing. If I read my Bible, did some praying and participated in some kind of faith community I was fulfilling the things necessary for my spiritual life. </div>
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So, at the same time I was seeking to grow as a Christian, I was ignoring my body. I paid very little attention to what I gave my body for fuel. I was not very active (I spent the first nearly 8 years of my marriage in grad school, pregnant or nursing....and I was not very motivated to exercise during those years). In general, I was a Christian couch potato. I was not very energetic but, was that a requirement of a good Christian life? I guess I didn't think so at the time.</div>
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In the last couple of years, though, I've come to believe that truly pursing a godly life is a mind and body exercise. Elton Trueblood, a 20th century Quaker theologian, said, "Men are combinations of body and mind and spirit, uniting in a working partnership both hand and brain. They thus have a variety of temptations and any valid religion will be frankly concerned with all of these."</div>
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Jesus, in Luke 10:27 summed up the Law like this, "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and will all your strength and with all your mind." I am called to love God with all that I am and one way I can bring Him praise and honor is to worship him with my body. When I started taking better care of this body, I noticed new energy and that energy was both physical and mental. I started being more joyful in my service to my family. I started being more open to prodding from the Holy Spirit. I started to love Him more. For me, being more disciplined in my physical life has led to an increase in discipline in my spiritual life. And I notice when I become more lax in either area the other starts to fall off as well. I am a body and a spirit and I cannot ignore either aspect of who I am.</div>
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I want to close with a quote from William Law:</div>
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Since we are neither all soul nor all body, seeing none of our actions are either separately of the soul or separately of the body, seeing we have no habits but such as are produced by the actions both of our souls and bodies, it is certain that if we would arrive at habits of devotion or delight in God, we must not only meditate and exercise our souls, but we must practice and exercise our bodies to all such outward actions are are conformable to these inward tempers.</blockquote>
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<i>Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength.</i> Deuteronomy 6:5 </blockquote>
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I found <a href="http://www.thenester.com/">The Nester</a> through <a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/">A Holy Experience</a> and I am intrigued. She is hosting a 31 day challenge, 31 days of writing on one topic, any topic. I like the idea of being mindful about something, of spending the month challenging myself to think about one topic and, hopefully, make some changes in my life as a result. So, I will be spending the next 31 days thinking about, studying and writing about healthy, holy living.<br />
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<b>But what does that mean?</b><br />
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I recently read a book that really caused me to stop and
think about one aspect of my walk with the Lord. The book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Every-Body-Matters-Strengthening-Strengthen/dp/0310290813/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1349119057&sr=8-1&keywords=every+body+matters">EveryBody Matters: Strengthening Your Body to Strengthen Your Soul by GaryThomas</a>, really <b>convicted me about the link between physical discipline and
spiritual discipline.</b> You see, I tend to think of my walk as a purely spiritual
exercise. Like many Christians, I put an
emphasis on the growth of my soul and have largely ignored the connection
between my spiritual life and my physical life. Gary Thomas asserts that physical discipline
is necessary to become <i>“instruments for special purposes, made holy, useful to
the Master and prepared to do any good work.”</i> (2 Timothy 2:21)<o:p></o:p></div>
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This really shouldn't be news. The Apostle Paul referred
to physical discipline in 1 Corinthians 9:27: <i>“No, I beat my body and make it
my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be
disqualified for the prize.”</i> <b> This verse
is toward the end of a passage that compares living the Christian life to
running a race.</b> Paul says that part of
running our race is keeping our bodies under control. A commentary on 1 Corinthians 9 by Jamieson,
Fausset and Brown calls this the “keeping under of our natural self-seeking, so
as, like Paul, to lay ourselves out entirely for the great work.” <b>This kind of physical discipline isn't about
maintaining a certain dress size or looking good for summer swimsuit season,
it’s about putting to death the desires of my flesh so that I can live more
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writes more about this soul/body connection in Romans 8. What interests me most about this chapter is
the comparison Paul draws between life controlled by the Spirit and life
controlled by the sinful nature. Romans
8:5 says, <i>“Those who live according to the sinful nature have their minds set
on what that nature desires; but those who live in accordance with the Spirit
have their minds set on what the Spirit desires.”</i> We all have a choice. We can choose to live according to the
desires of our sinful nature, the desires of our flesh, or we can choose to
live according to the desires of the Spirit.
We cannot have it both ways. But
the good news, according to Romans 8:13, is that it is <i>“by the Spirit you put
to death the misdeeds of the body.”</i> <b>
Putting to death my sinful nature isn't something I am called to do on
my own; it is something I can only do by the power of the Spirit.</b> <o:p></o:p></div>
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I was
talking to someone about this recently and the person commented, “well, but we
don’t want to get too carried away with this.
I mean, there’s nothing wrong with my comfort food.” I had to think about this for a while. On the one hand, that’s true. There’s nothing wrong with your chocolate
cake (or whatever) in moderation. It’s
the idea of comfort food that gets to me.
You see, turning to that piece of chocolate cake for comfort is making
the cake an idol. I think this is part
of what Paul is talking about in Philippians 3:18b-19, <i>“…many live as enemies
of the cross of Christ. Their destiny is
destruction, their god is their stomach, their glory is in their shame. Their
mind is on earthly things.”</i> These
people, who Paul describes as enemies of the cross of Christ, put their
appetites and desires first. <b>Think about
that: how many times have I turned to food for comfort or fulfillment or
pleasure instead of turning to the Lord, who is the only One who can truly
satisfy my desires?</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s funny
that it took a book to connect all of this for me. I have experienced the real comfort of the
Lord and can compare it to the false comfort of chocolate. I know that my most meaningful times of
prayer nearly always happen when I am running. <b>
I know that when I am being more disciplined about my physical life, I
tend to be more disciplined about my spiritual life.</b> To me this is all a part of following Paul’s
instructions to <i>“honor God with your bodies.” </i>(1 Corinthians 6:20)<o:p></o:p></div>
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So this is what I want to focus on in the next 31 days. I want to talk about the practical aspects of being physically disciplined and to that end I will post my food and exercise diary, possibly some recipes and thoughts about the kind of exercise that works for me. I also want to talk about the spiritual connection. How does being physically disciplined help me in my spiritual life? What is God showing me through this renewed dedication? I am really looking forward to this opportunity to be more deliberate and thoughtfult as I learn to take better care of this body that God has
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<i>If we live, we live to the Lord; and if we die, we die to the Lord.</i> </blockquote>
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After the first fog of grief lifted, one of things that I thought about most when Becky died was my own mortality. I was almost 34 when she died so maybe that is the age when people often start thinking about the possibility of death. I don't know. What I do know is that Becky dying made me feel old. Sounds strange, I know. Maybe it is because it was my first real taste of death. I mean, you expect grandparents to die. Sisters are supposed to grow old with you.<br />
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I've been thinking about my mortality again lately. I have been having this pain in my side. I've been to the doctor about it a lot. I've been poked and prodded. I've had gallons of blood drawn. My doctor doesn't see anything wrong, he doesn't know why I'm having pain. So he ordered a CT Scan. For some reason, scheduling the CT Scan was the moment I thought something might be truly wrong. Something about big machinery and the ability to see inside my body, I guess.<br />
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Anyway, I've been thinking about it. What if there is something major wrong? What if my kids have to learn about things like cancer and chemotherapy? What if it is something else, something chronic and disabling? How would these things change who I am and what I am called to be?<br />
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I am not usually a worst-case-scenario kind of girl. In fact, I generally believe everything will be perfect. I expect the best in every situation...probably because I've so rarely been faced with actual worst cases. Waiting for the results of this test, I realized: there is no worst case. <b>The price has already been paid for my worst case scenario.</b> Jesus died so that I would be spared the worst case penalty.<br />
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<b>Everything else is just the life that He chooses to give me. So, if I live, I live for the Lord. If I die, I die for the Lord. No matter what happens, it is all for the Lord.</b><br />
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When I think about things like this I think about the "what ifs". You know: what would my husband do; what would my kids do; what would happen to the house/the bills/the laundry. These are silly things to think about. If I got sick or died, my husband would survive. My children would go one living. Decisions would be made, for sure, difficult decisions. Who knows how it would all work out. But that is not worth worrying about. More than ever I understand Jesus' instructions in Matthew 6:34 <i>"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."</i><br />
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I recently read a quote: "Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, it only saps today of its joy." That is the truth. Worrying will not change tomorrow. I do not know what will happen tomorrow. But I can be present today, be joyful today, love the life I have today. And that is what I am going to do.<br />
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<br />Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219487185122225081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291047563875609766.post-50387397148616480272012-09-27T09:39:00.001-07:002012-09-27T09:39:30.432-07:00In an instant: Becky's story<br />
My sister died almost two years ago. I'm afraid this will be a recurring theme here so you should probably hear the story. My little sister, Becky, 32 years old. Wife to Jacob. Mother to Amity (who turned 10 three days after the accident) and Dara (8). Becky was a lover of Jesus. She was a runner. She was a reader. She was 4 months away from finishing her Doctor of Pharmacy. She was smart as a whip, goofy and had the quickest sense of humor I've ever known. Missing her is like an ache that will never go away.
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That year, 2010, we celebrated Christmas at my house. I live about halfway between Spokane, Washington (where Becky and her family lived) and Corvallis, Oregon (where my parents and other sister live). So, in the spirit of meeting in the middle, we all converged on my house. Thankfully our house is fairly large but, with 7 adults and 4 kids, we were pretty crowded. It was a great kind of crowded though. We ate, laughed, played cards, goofed around and celebrated together.<br />
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On Sunday, December 26, everyone headed back to their homes. Becky had to start a new rotation for her Pharmacy degree the next day. She was so excited about it and about nearing the end of this program that she had worked so hard on. Wednesday, December 29 was a wintry, cold day. Ice storms were forecasted so Becky packed a bag in case she decided it was too dangerous to drive home that evening. Late that afternoon Becky decided it would be safe to drive home if she left her rotation a little early. So she headed home. Approximately 10 miles from her home, Becky hit a patch of ice and her car slid into the path of an oncoming truck. She died on impact.<br />
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There are so many things in this story that beg the question: "what if."<br />
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What if we hadn't gotten together right before that? What a gift that was!<br />
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What if she hadn't gone to work that morning?<br />
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What if she had decided to stay in town rather than drive home?<br />
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What if the pickup hit her car in a slightly different spot?<br />
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What if, what if, what if?<br />
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Here is one thing I have learned in all of this: everything can change in an instant. What does that mean? It means I need to treasure every second, to live life with the understanding that this moment could be my last. It wouldn't be a bad thing; I am fully prepared to die. In fact, my own death is actually less of a fear for me than the death of another loved one. I know my own death will only be a celebration for me, entering into the presence of my Lord. And Becky experienced that celebration when she died. <br />
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Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219487185122225081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291047563875609766.post-54743400490897607942012-09-26T12:47:00.000-07:002012-09-26T12:47:13.778-07:00Blessed be the name of the Lord<blockquote class="tr_bq">
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<b>Job is not a role model most people would choose.</b> It's too frightening to pick him, to ask God to make you more like him. What if God sends you challenges like Job's to help you develop character? No thank you.<br />
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Job is a man for whom everything has gone right. Right at the beginning of the book he is described as being "blameless and upright", he "feared God and shunned evil." He had a large family and was prosperous. People respected him. He was worried about his children but, overall, his life was pretty good.<br />
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Then Satan gets up to his wily ways and God allows him to make Job's life difficult. In a fairly short period of time, Job's experiences significant, devastating financial losses and his children are all killed. Now, Satan is betting that Job will turn his back on God because of these tragic events. But what does Job say? "Blessed be the name of the Lord." He acknowledges that he came into this world with nothing, that he will leave this world with nothing and that everything he has in the mean time is a gift from God.<br />
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My favorite part? <b> "In all this Job sinned not, nor charged God foolishly."</b><br />
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This is where Job is my role model. Many times have I taken God's gifts for granted and when they are taken away from me, I lash out in anger, grieving God with my sin and my lack of faith in Him.<br />
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It's hard to talk about participating in the sufferings of Christ. No matter how difficult my circumstances have been, there is no comparison to the suffering that Jesus joyfully experienced, all for me. My suffering is but a hangnail compared to His.<br />
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<b>But there is something precious about suffering. My suffering causes me to seek Him more fully, to be more open to His prompting and work in my life.</b> This does not always happen right away. Sometimes I run from Him, run from truly experiencing the pain. But ultimately He draws me to Him, loving me through the most difficult times.<br />
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This past weekend I attended a wedding. I know that's not what you expected to read. Here I've been talking about suffering and now I bring up a wedding. But this weekend's wedding was the most painful I've ever attended.<br />
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You see, this weekend my sister's husband got remarried. It wasn't so long ago, just 14 short years, that I watched him promise to love my sister until death parted them. <b>And he honored that promise.</b> He loved her beautifully until, and even after, the cold winter day when she lost her life. I couldn't love him more for the way that he loved her. And I am so happy that he has found this new love and happiness. I am happy for him. I am happy for my nieces. It even makes me proud of my sister, because her husband's desire to love and commit this second time shows me that she loved him well. So, yes, it was a joyful wedding.<br />
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But, oh, how painful as well. Underneath my smiles were tears. Tears for all we have lost. Grief for the grandchildren my sister will never hold, grandchildren that will be loved by this new wife. Sadness for all the plans we made and never accomplished. I missed my sister. I miss her every day. Even on her husband's wedding day.<br />
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And then God whispered to my heart. <b>Daughter, do you see how I am grieved when you choose a different way? When you ignore the plans I have for you in favor of your own imperfect way?</b> <br />
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That is suffering.<br />
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I am reminded of the words of the Psalmist:<br />
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I long for you, God. Not my sister. Not another day. Not my own desires. I long for you.<br />
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<br />Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219487185122225081noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291047563875609766.post-19522891118886679202012-09-12T13:42:00.000-07:002012-09-12T13:42:33.937-07:00Still giving thoughtI kind of forgot all about this blog. I had good intentions when I started it. I just went back and read the entries I had posted and they seemed pretty good. So, where have I been?<br />
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Busy, I guess. Too busy to write things down. <br />
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Or maybe too scared.<br />
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When I read these posts I am instantly transported to a time when life seemed much easier. It is easier for me to write and "give thought to my steps" when things seem to be going smoothly. <br />
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Things don't always go smoothly. And God has been using the last couple of years to teach me about that. And about trusting Him through the hard times.<br />
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You see, almost two years ago my 32 year old sister was killed in car accident. I can still hear the phone calls, like it happened yesterday. I can still see my dad's completely crushed face when we picked him up at the airport. I can still feel my precious nieces when they held on to me the next morning.<br />
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Sometimes life sucks. Sometimes people die way too early. Sometimes lives are shattered. But, still, God is faithful. I remember that. And it helps.<br />
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So, I am going to revive this blog. I will share things that I've learned in the last couple of years. I'll share things I'm still learning. I'm still giving thought to my steps. You'll see.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219487185122225081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291047563875609766.post-74801962827059222942010-07-28T13:13:00.000-07:002010-07-29T12:19:36.252-07:00The fields are ripe for harvest<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjXyV51WSYRnd9_hAUUFFnumu7BO3OjumYyjyMHj7xQBJw85arWiwF33uLO5UuB7rhT6zM9HaOAEEdmVm8qMRNqR3ugjzwinkr4i9c5abbrge-WlWyBjfaZvrsmTUMiWIxFB-usqpHwCuf/s1600/2009_0120naptime0003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjXyV51WSYRnd9_hAUUFFnumu7BO3OjumYyjyMHj7xQBJw85arWiwF33uLO5UuB7rhT6zM9HaOAEEdmVm8qMRNqR3ugjzwinkr4i9c5abbrge-WlWyBjfaZvrsmTUMiWIxFB-usqpHwCuf/s320/2009_0120naptime0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499054049792937410" /></a><br /><br /><br />"Then he said to his disciples, “The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.” Matthew 9:37-38<br /><br />I've lived around agriculture for almost my whole married life. It has only been the last two summers, though, that I have been so intimately connected to harvest. You see, at the start of our marriage my husband worked as a farm chemical salesperson. So, yes, he was involved with farming and farmers. Yes, his work was very different depending on the season and, yes, we would have considered ourselves an ag family. We just weren't as close to things as we are now.<br /><br />Two years ago my husband took a position as a farm agronomist for a large dry land wheat farm in Eastern Oregon. He loves it. He is much more connect to the farm and to the everyday workings of the farm. Now he is actually farming...not just helping farmers. <br /><br />So, this is harvest season. They started with green peas at the beginning of July (which was late because we're having a cool summer) and now they have moved on to wheat and lentils. It is busy and Chris isn't home very much. Still, I am grateful for this season of harvest.<br /><br />Being so intimately connected to harvest has been very thought provoking for me this year. There was one field of peas that didn't get harvested this year because the cannery couldn't take it. I think it will be harvested for dry peas later and we have insurance on the field but, still, there was a feeling of loss watching those peas dry out. What a waste! I felt sad about all the preparation that had gone in to that field that was essentially for nothing. <br /><br />Then I thought about how God views the harvest of souls. In the book of Matthew Jesus told us to ask the Lord of the harvest to send out workers into His harvest field. But what if the workers aren't willing? What if we don't have time or interest in the harvest? I was sad about a wasted field of peas. Imagine how sad our Lord would be if a "field" of souls was left unharvested! 2 Peter 2:9 says that the Lord does not want "any to perish, but everyone to come to repentance." So, let's get out there and do some harvesting!Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219487185122225081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291047563875609766.post-75480087923547907292010-07-26T13:08:00.000-07:002010-07-26T13:12:36.725-07:00Goals and plansAbout a year ago (actually, August 11) I made a goal. I wanted to lose 50 pounds. And you know what, I almost have. So far I've lost 45 and I feel great. I don't know when those last 5 will come off but I'm still working on it. More importantly, I'm in the best shape of my life. I'm running nearly every day and I feel great.<br /><br />Earlier this month I ran a 5k with a good friend of mine. It was a great time and I felt so great about the accomplishment. So, we have decided on a new goal. We are training to run a half marathon on October 2. I'm so excited about it...which seems strange because I'm also scared to death! I think it is great to have goals and it is something that I'm working on in other areas of my life too.<br /><br />So, a half marathon this year and next year maybe a whole marathon...it would be great to finish a marathon before I'm 35 (which means next year is it!).Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219487185122225081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291047563875609766.post-14833096796412337112010-06-14T09:38:00.000-07:002010-06-14T11:46:22.028-07:00Booking ItSo, <a href="http://www.lifeasmom.com">Life As Mom</a> is hosting a book carnival once a month during 2010. Participants are encouraged to share what they've read in the month before. This is all in an effort to be more intentional in our reading. Sounds cool to me. So, we're nearly halfway through 2010 but I'm going to join in like I've been doing it from the beginning. Here's a link to <a href="http://lifeasmom.com/2010/06/booking-it-the-june-update.html#comments">FishMama's June update</a>, looks like she read a couple of good ones!<br /><br />So, here's a secret: I love to read. I probably read too much and, actually, I've been working on limiting myself this year. I can easily spend too much time in books and neglect the other important things that I do. Still, I read a lot and I can't honestly remember all the books I read last month so I'm just going to mention 3 here.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1UOtS1BV2gTgAhLLzhDqPhyphenhyphena_hGaIboFeUSEICQvn4WcsIyPRrfT3-7xZgo-ykcs1jeMNQ9quCUJ-3_otWQq-dh4nnxRCGYUgv-tz-fcuxSlsf1V3TAf5lA0PStXIB2asZp2vTlMR7jL5/s1600/nurtureshock4.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1UOtS1BV2gTgAhLLzhDqPhyphenhyphena_hGaIboFeUSEICQvn4WcsIyPRrfT3-7xZgo-ykcs1jeMNQ9quCUJ-3_otWQq-dh4nnxRCGYUgv-tz-fcuxSlsf1V3TAf5lA0PStXIB2asZp2vTlMR7jL5/s320/nurtureshock4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482671439617652802" /></a> <span style="font-style:italic;">NurtureShock</span> by Po Bronson and Ashley Merryman was fantastic. Seriously, I think it should be read by every parent. Bronson and Merryman boil down some of the most recent child development research and bring out some very interesting conclusions that parents can easily put in to practice. For me, one of the most challenging chapters was about how to praise my children. I am always telling Helen that she is "so smart." According to the research cited in <span style="font-style:italic;">NurtureShock</span>, this isn't how I should be praising her. Rather, I should be specific and praise efforts. This is something I've been working on a lot since finishing the book. I also loved the chapters about the importance of sleep, when children notice differences of race and why kids lie. Very interesting stuff.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQ_xj9HO9w7GufJLewWdLjGUKhWYjr8xFAPcET_gpM6V01KxzxtpMvKQ8_h-4LEUftWP8EkFMiZLwx5gCYM6zIWqbG6w4d2dBTziumEQZPYFiYlyemU3iBzx57bY8sqGJ5CDGVEIZ7f-U/s1600/my-name-is-memory.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQ_xj9HO9w7GufJLewWdLjGUKhWYjr8xFAPcET_gpM6V01KxzxtpMvKQ8_h-4LEUftWP8EkFMiZLwx5gCYM6zIWqbG6w4d2dBTziumEQZPYFiYlyemU3iBzx57bY8sqGJ5CDGVEIZ7f-U/s320/my-name-is-memory.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482672628585886226" /></a> I honestly can't say I liked <span style="font-style:italic;">My Name is Memory</span> by Ann Brashares. It was well written and an engaging read but I just couldn't get in to the story (not that that stopped me from finishing it). The story is about two souls who reincarnate for 1000 years. They are in love with each other but that love is never fulfilled...at least until they meet again in the present day. I didn't like the characters, I don't like the premise of the story. Can't really recommend this one.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDO7lV1sJg72Q7W5oqYp78D2LKYoTEzYg8iWdwD31DFyi8bWaFIaXgdEjZZJrQtX0gKdWTVQA9jAh-6wyd45T4NnbfV-E7FwsoP3AJ-QIRuDZA5Y_IPPROPlc4tY5Bja0hZ4ehlAaX8Od7/s1600/weight_of_heaven.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDO7lV1sJg72Q7W5oqYp78D2LKYoTEzYg8iWdwD31DFyi8bWaFIaXgdEjZZJrQtX0gKdWTVQA9jAh-6wyd45T4NnbfV-E7FwsoP3AJ-QIRuDZA5Y_IPPROPlc4tY5Bja0hZ4ehlAaX8Od7/s320/weight_of_heaven.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482673585428775106" /></a> <span style="font-style:italic;">The Weight of Heaven</span> by Thrity Umrigar is a wonderful novel. Most of the novel is set in India and I'll tell you a secret, I love novels set in India. I don't think I've ever read a novel set in India that I didn't thoroughly enjoy. So, that was probably enough for me. The story was engaging too and the ending was such a surprise! The novel tells the story of a couple mourning the loss of their seven year old son. They are in obvious pain and that pain is taking a toll on their marriage. Rather than cling to each other through the difficult time, they are blaming each other for imagined faults that led to the child's death. In an effort to save their marriage and escape their memories, they decide to relocate to India for the husband's work. In India they are faced with questions of how to heal. The husband bonds with a young boy who lives near them, almost in an attempt to replace his lost son. The wife throws herself into helping the desperately poor people they are surrounded by. The novel deals with questions of globalization, wealth and poverty and is really very well done. I'll be checking out other books by this author.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219487185122225081noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291047563875609766.post-1537802162107111162010-06-14T05:50:00.001-07:002010-06-14T06:01:41.873-07:00Incredible Marriage Advice<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUN7kl4V3_mtqtkgwP6u47u-d1XOgd_d7zEAkKGyGJ3ODOhzG00mtBGOgdOcZeQ1UjyKXqwXKTmTZhtX6MS3AK3N5I2Lgqnhy1it6_ek5S1xDH3o5yYDX4ysTnfWDv2o0rUxQAVVGnervt/s1600/incredibles-photo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUN7kl4V3_mtqtkgwP6u47u-d1XOgd_d7zEAkKGyGJ3ODOhzG00mtBGOgdOcZeQ1UjyKXqwXKTmTZhtX6MS3AK3N5I2Lgqnhy1it6_ek5S1xDH3o5yYDX4ysTnfWDv2o0rUxQAVVGnervt/s320/incredibles-photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482611143744308226" /></a><br /><br /><br />Sometimes the strangest things sparks moments of introspection. My daughter was watching The Incredibles a few days ago. It's a cute movie about super heroes who are forced to keep their abilities hidden because of a government edict against heroes.<br /><br />The mother seems okay with this turn in her life. She focuses on keeping her home and caring for her children and doesn't seem to mind that she can't fully realize her abilities. The father, on the other hand, is clearly dissatisfied with his life. He goes to work doing something he hates and occasionally sneaks around with his friend to secretly do super hero things. The movie heats up when the father is lured into a trap by his former enemy and the whole family is forced to put on their hero personas and save the world. It's a Disney movie so, of course, there is a happy ending.<br /><br />Okay, so, here's where it sparked introspection. The husband was dissatisfied and, so, was easily tempted to do what he shouldn't have done. The wife was dismissive of the husband's feelings and a bit harpy. She just wanted him to accept their life and forget everything else. But, I don't think she was helping him toward that goal. Was she making him feel like a hero in his house? Not really. <br /><br />Now, obviously the husband bears responsibility for giving in to temptation. But I think the wife has some responsibility too. Isn't part of our role as wives to help our husbands find fulfillment? We can't encourage our husbands to do illegal things but, perhaps, we can help them see the good in what they have.<br /><br />So, it was just a cartoon, nothing life shattering. Still, it caused to me stop and think about my life and my marriage. Do I build my husband up? Or am I constantly harping on him to suck it up all while ignoring that he is miserable? I hope not.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219487185122225081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291047563875609766.post-21066391766049716022010-06-12T09:31:00.000-07:002010-06-12T13:41:27.042-07:00Here comes the sun!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq0NaTsIwyCZIoWYgaYKZgfWbOdcEsaTXdXEyggderT_xku2PwZJkDdJQAqBZr8txc3iTH-gjuwKkSZJuYGZV8ripAOCRrEvF2Yr5v6o-96ir7l78-XbLVB2ulBJHgW2cRUKxqxfWXr9KJ/s1600/2010_0612garden0001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq0NaTsIwyCZIoWYgaYKZgfWbOdcEsaTXdXEyggderT_xku2PwZJkDdJQAqBZr8txc3iTH-gjuwKkSZJuYGZV8ripAOCRrEvF2Yr5v6o-96ir7l78-XbLVB2ulBJHgW2cRUKxqxfWXr9KJ/s320/2010_0612garden0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481990015192564946" /></a><br /><br /><br />This has been the strangest spring. We've had almost no sun or warm weather. Usually things start warming up in May. This year it's the middle of June and the kids are still wearing footie pajamas to bed! Today it is finally supposed to break 80 degrees and I'm so excited. Off to a lovely day outside. The garden needs to be weeded (that's the thing about all this rain, the weeds are growing like mad). I think I'll harvest some spinach and lettuce. Hopefully the sun is here to stay so that later this summer we can eat some garden tomatoes!<br /><br />I've been thinking a lot about our summer plans. I really want to mark the seasons with my children. Sometimes that is difficult to do. I'm a stay at home mom of two young kids...our seasons are basically the same. My kids aren't in school yet so we don't have that natural marker of time. My husband's job gets a lot busier in the summer (he's a farmer) so we won't see him as much. So, I want to plan activities that will help pass the time but that will also emphasize how special summer is.<br /><br />I'll be thinking about that a lot in the coming weeks.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219487185122225081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291047563875609766.post-90743573498537362002010-05-26T11:33:00.000-07:002010-05-26T18:30:28.408-07:00Who I am and why I'm here<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQXPGrjBP17A2A_I_U6Bm3j4UMJDbittF14yCNV53jEdyfS9jPnvgSYXSlF76vz5P_D4uyQSCYNKaKiHmmbdwQUK0YGkXZSX-SBrnBfZcw9oGEM_ecZsdaF1mfQ8yApPUM91LDItg_nLvN/s1600/me.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQXPGrjBP17A2A_I_U6Bm3j4UMJDbittF14yCNV53jEdyfS9jPnvgSYXSlF76vz5P_D4uyQSCYNKaKiHmmbdwQUK0YGkXZSX-SBrnBfZcw9oGEM_ecZsdaF1mfQ8yApPUM91LDItg_nLvN/s320/me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475650608833264530" /></a><br />Hi! This is me. My name is Kristin. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVSVAHO8zQi4Nkc13awqbRdBt94J6R4Gmr51lTmRsbpEqzp6IqRsc-41l2Z77uWQ3DK0C_pcv1VUSvldj9P91bqxd0t3ca6cm0GXv-vXwT4r0v6h8z9c84FULufgqvKeUzINSnh5fF_9UI/s1600/family.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVSVAHO8zQi4Nkc13awqbRdBt94J6R4Gmr51lTmRsbpEqzp6IqRsc-41l2Z77uWQ3DK0C_pcv1VUSvldj9P91bqxd0t3ca6cm0GXv-vXwT4r0v6h8z9c84FULufgqvKeUzINSnh5fF_9UI/s320/family.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475651441505839682" /></a><br />This is my family. The tall, handsome one is Chris, he's my husband. The short one in pink is our daughter, Helen. She will be 4 in September. The cute little blond guy is our son, Patrick. He was 1 in March. We are a happy family.<br /><br /><br />So, what am I doing here? Well, the Bible says that "a prudent man gives thought to his steps" (Proverbs 14:15) and that "a prudent wife is from the Lord." (Proverbs 19:14) Merriam Webster's Dictionary says that prudent is "Marked by wisdom or judiciousness, shrewd in the management of practical affairs." I want to be a prudent wife, someone who gives thought to her steps. So, I guess that's what I'll be doing here; giving thought to my steps.<br /><br />That's the basics about who I am and why I'm here. Stay tuned...I think you'll learn more about me as we go on.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219487185122225081noreply@blogger.com0