Why Bekah Doesn't Work Out At Lunch

I hate everything about working out at lunch. I hate unassembling my look partway through the day - and worse than that I hate crawling back into it when I'm done. I hate dragging all the workout paraphernalia to work, adding yet one MORE bag to the daily luggage. And of course there is the issue of potential sweat during work hours - so unattractive. All of this is not to mention how very seriously I take my designated food intake hours, so to give that up for the sake of burning calories does not amuse me.

However, life is sometimes about compromise and this is such a week. It is our spring break (we do it more to welcome the thought of a someday spring than to actually enjoy an existing spring) so students are gone and the buildings have the "break" hours. This means the gym closes very early and if I am unable to work out immediately following work for any reason...I either have to work out on my lunch hour or work out at home. Normally I just opt to work out at home, but the elliptical is issue-laden at the moment, so I must use the gym or else.

Today was the first day I needed to use the gym at lunch, and may I just say: comedy of errors.

I decided to change my clothes in the bathroom in my own office building before walking over so I didn’t have to traipse over in my heels. I went into the bathroom and someone was in the handicap stall, so I had to use one of the regular size ones. I crammed in there with my coat and my backpack only to discover the floors were soaking wet from being mopped. That meant no laying my clothes on the floor and I had no idea how I was going to go about changing shoes and socks without getting wet feet. And because our toilets are automatic sensor flushers....it flushed on me three times just while I was changing clothes. Thankfully no one was in there by that point - because I knew they'd be wondering what was happening down in stall one!

I finally got changed and went to the gym only to discover that with my t shirt and warm up pants, I was sporting my lovely chunky cross choker. I frisbee-tossed it onto my bag after the first lap.

Did my walking without much incident and got ready to go to the car so I could go get my food – when I realized that today is the one day of my whole life that I didn’t put my keys in my coat pocket when I got to work. They were up in the office. So as I half-ran down the sidewalk, I calling work to see if the student worker could find my keys and then throw them over the balcony to me. I caught the keys, ran back to the car, went to the gas station to get my food and realized there were ENTIRELY too many choices. I finally picked out a sammich and chips and went back to work. I got my clothes changed back and was lugging my bag of food, drink, backpack, and coat out of the bathroom when I realized my pant leg was tucked inside my sock. Oh how attractive.

I fixed that and slid into the office only 5 minutes late. Not bad!

Bits for Sunday, March 1, 2009

One of my friends has “SNS.” Sunday Night Syndrome. Hits her every Sunday about 5 p.m. and lasts until she pulls into the parking lot Monday morning. I’ve warned her that next week it will get worse. Yes, in case you are unaware, this is our last blissful weekend of time as it should be. Next week – you can kiss a whole hour of sleep BYE-BYE. I warned those in my pew this morning that ugly Bekah could emerge next week. I thought it only fair.

I have SNS combined with SNR – the Sunday Night Rush. I can have a perfectly calm and collected weekend and when Sunday night arrives…as I’m trying desperately to claim the few last precious minutes of rest…I suddenly realize I’m not at all prepared for the week.

Just now I sat with the day planner, trying to get the month in order (love doing that at the first of each month) – and more specifically my week. What chores must be done on which day? What food must be prepared on what day? Which days must I exercise and which one can be the free day? How do the must-see TV shows overlap each other and which ones will I choose to watch over the others? Which days must I pack a lunch? Pack the workout clothes? Go to work early? Stay at work late? Go to bed early only to stare at the ceiling until the normal falling-asleep-time?

Where will I sneak in the writing? The scrapping? The card making? The laundry? And of course, each day must be lovingly packed with time for emergencies. Like, for instance, cleaning up the bathroom after the cat falls into the toilet and shakes water everywhere. (Not that this happened yesterday or anything like that.)

And in the middle of all this, Lent began. I thought about giving up Daylight Savings and choosing to stay on real time, but I wasn’t sure how I’d manage to make that work among those who cave to it. In years past, I’ve given up things like pop, dessert, a meal…usually something food related. This year I decided to give up…nothing.

I’d learned that the self-sacrifice of things I loved so much served as a great diet…a great discipline…a great story for the weekly Bits…but very little spiritual growth came out of it. And that is one of the main purposes I even participated in the first place.

This year at our Ash Wednesday service at church, the pastor handed out little Lent devotion books written by Henri Nouwen. You don’t really forget a name like that, and since I semi-recognize it, I must have read his work somewhere before. But since I can’t remember where, I’m just enjoying the things he has to say. And the second day was very important to me.

I believe I mentioned last week that in our Sunday School class, we talked about the Proverbs 31 Woman. That prompted me to revisit a book I’d read on the subject. For several lunch hours this week, I perused the pages of the book I read 3 or 4 years ago. I read the things I’d underlined and the notes I’d made in the margins. I read the “on a scale from 1-10, I’m a…” measurements I’d made for myself in various topics.

And something very exciting happened.

I saw some growth.

Funny how separating yourself from something for that length of time will bring so much perspective. I saw areas where I’d really struggled – and while I may not be struggle-free now – I’ve made some pretty significant improvements.

And that was what I immediately thought of when I read day two in the devotion book. He says, “Because life is very small, you can never see it happening…Growth is too gentle, too tender…It is small and begs for constant care and protection. If you are committed to always saying ‘yes’ to life, you are going to have to become a person who chooses it when it is hidden.”

That gentle, tender, immeasurable-in-the-moment growth can be marked…after a time of waiting. The giving up of things didn’t make me grow. It was the embracing of life, the diligence to push forward when I was tired or had Sunday Night Syndrome or Sunday Night Rush. It was the willingness to find the hidden and allow it to live and thrive.

Croutons

It's probably part of the OCD - I hate serving too much store-bought stuff to my company. One evening, last summer, I promised to make dinner for my friends Tom and Olivia. They're college students, so obviously they're not too picky about non-campus food. But I wanted to make a good impression and felt guilty that I was dumping prepared salad out of a bag to serve as part of the meal. Add to that the pre-shredded cheese, the imitation bacon bits, and I started to feel like they were just getting the same thing they'd get in the dining hall!

So I set out in search of a good crouton recipe. I love croutons, but I hate the ones you buy in the store because they almost break your teeth when you bite down on them!! I knew I could find something easier on the jaw AND something that would make me feel like I'd actually spent some time on that salad!
I found this recipe on the bestsimplerecipes.com site - which is the website for the Taste of Home/Simple and Delicious etc. magazines. I made the croutons and did not bring home even one of them that evening. What we didn't use on our salads, we ate just for fun - like they were chips! Since Olivia loved them so much, I always make sure I serve salad if she's going to be a guest. She told me last time I made them that I could just make a batch of these for her birthday - and skip shopping for anything.

The Recipe:

1/4 cup butter or margarine
1 1/2 teaspoons Italian Seasoning
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
5 slices of bread cubed

Combine the butter, seasoning, and garlic powder. Add bread cubes and toss to coat. Bake at 325 for 15-20 minutes.


I use wheat bread for my every day bread, so that's always what I have on hand. I think the croutons taste just as good made out of wheat as they do out of white, but you can use whatever you have on hand. If the bread is not super fresh, it will cube better.

I mix up the butter, Italian seasoning, and garlic in a bowl. I just melt the butter in the microwave and then add the other two things to it.

I cut the bread a couple of slices at a time to save time.

You can make the cubes however large you like. I make mine about an inch square - because I prefer them bigger than the ones that come in the bags at the store.

I pour the butter over the spread of bread - that way I can control how much goes where and 5 cubes of bread don't end up soaking up all the good stuff.

I spend a little bit of time mixing the bread around to try to make sure every cube has SOMETHING on it. Granted, some are still going to be the "good" croutons with more butter and seasoning, but I can usually get the whole batch pretty saturated with the flavoring.

I spread out the croutons on a smaller size cookie sheet. I also shuffle them around on the sheet once or twice during the baking process to keep them from burning and to more evenly bake them.

Here's the finished product! Nicely browned croutons. I just store them in an airtight container until they're gone!

Card Night!

MAKING cards, that is. Not playing them. :)

This little group gets together every couple of months to cook together...or make jewelry...or make cards...or whatever else we decide to do, I guess!

You know that little game people play before a meal...the one where you stick your thumbs up and don't have to pray out loud? Well apparently there's a similar game for who gets to be in the back of the picture. Look who lost!!

The girls perusing all the card samples, trying to get ideas before they started creating....

Rachel made a "You Grow Girl!" card for someone who is having a baby...and then she used her own baby as the display table! :)

Amanda's super cute glam girl card.

Amber's precious card for her brand new nephew.

Me? No time to make cards - but I was writing one!! :)

Bits for Sunday, February 22, 2009

I’ve been sitting here for about 45 minutes, staring at the screen (while randomly surfing the web) trying to think of what to say today. I spent 2 ½ days in the fat chair, getting up every four hours to take the next round of cold meds…perhaps those moments would have been better spent thinking of a topic! Then again, the cold meds gave me some pretty strange dreams, so perhaps it is better I didn’t think of something to say while my brain was on sick leave.

I told you a couple of weeks ago that I’ve been reading this Women of Faith devotion book this year – and my friend Lynnette is reading it too. We email back and forth a few times a week offering our thoughts on the topics and learning more about what’s happening in each other’s worlds while also sharing what we’re learning from God.

The book covers a different topic every week, and the last topic was about friendship. Reading about the value of friendship reminded me to be very thankful for my friends. Thankful for those who have been a constant part of my life over the last many years, and thankful for those who have come back after life had a way of pulling us apart for a time.

This quote from one of the readings stuck with me: “It costs something to be a friend: It takes time, patience, affection, strength, and love. But the blessing of a lasting friendship is more than worth the effort it takes, and the friendship gives back to us far more than we can imagine.”

This morning in our Sunday School class, we talked about the Proverbs 31 woman. All the men chuckled and looked away and all the women breathed a collective exasperated sigh. The mere mention of that chapter normally brings about such a response. Women find Ms. 31 to be ridiculously exasperating with her before-sunup-to-beyond-sundown flurry of buying, selling, cooking, sewing, planting, harvesting, nurturing – all without breaking a sweat.

The conversation prompted me to come home and find one of my favorite books written on Proverbs 31 – Beautiful in God’s Eyes. Elizabeth George, who wrote the book, has a great way of taking this impossible character sketch of a woman and bringing it into a manageable idea to attempt. But she says in the first chapter that it’s daunting…that the idea of becoming a woman of this caliber is like trying to climb a mountain – you just have to do it one step at a time.

Friendship (when done right) can be kind of like that Proverbs 31 persona too. It can be a very daunting task. Very costly, as the quote said. To be there when you’re needed, to sit through the exhausting times, to be joyful for the other when you might not be feeling it yourself, to love when you’d rather chuck a book at someone’s head, to extend strength when you really have none to spare…that’s true friendship.

It’s not something I have perfected at all. Sometimes I’m an admittedly terrible friend. But I’m thankful that I have understanding friends who are willing to extend the costly kind of love right back, and they allow me to stay on the friend roster despite my shortcomings.

The couple of days I spent home in the fat chair this week did rest my body and helped me feel better (actually sounding better must be yet to come…) but it also made me miss my friends terribly. I was ready to go to church today to get a hug or two (true friends don’t care if a hug might give them germs) and I’m ready to get back in the real world tomorrow to see more of these sweet people who call me friend.

Because for all the hard work it can be…the smile and hug of a friend is beyond reward enough.

On the Mend

I've been sick. I HATE being sick. In recent years I've been pretty vocal in thanking God for keeping me on the mainly healthy list because I hear of so many people who struggle with everything from little to big, and I both hurt for them and don't know how they do it.

One of the perils of working on a college campus is being saturated by all the college germs. I have decided that campus is second only to kindergarten in the number of germs it can breed. I'm guaranteed one cold a year out of the deal. This year I got two.

I'm a TERRIBLE patient. Being single for so many years has taught me to be pretty self-sufficient. All these things I "never thought I could do" have come to be pretty easy to do, and generally I hate asking for help, so I just figure out a way to take care of stuff on my own. And as any woman will tell you (single or not), being sick doesn't give you the luxury to sit. Dishes still need to be done, laundry still needs to be gathered, washed, dried, and folded, meals still have to be cooked...and on and on it goes. I normally push through sickness with great determination because I can't afford to miss a beat.

But when I do finally give in...I give in. And at that point I become the world's biggest six month old. I sit in my chair and want to be waited on hand and foot. I want someone to sit beside me at all times, hold my hand, feel sorry for me, and bring me food - and the more sugar involved, the better. (And I'm good at returning the favor, so I don't feel bad about it.)

Unfortunately this round...there wasn't anybody here to do that. So I sat, randomly getting up for more to drink....more medicine...and last night even a trip to the Sonic because leftovers sounded horrible and a burger sounded incredible.

In all of this I missed two days of work, which literally NEVER happens. I don't know that I've missed two days in a row ever in my entire working career. Maybe early on. I just sacked out in the fat chair listening to the TV because to watch it was too painful.

Today, at last, I began to feel better. I dusted most of the house and dragged out the stepstool to hang up some new pictures I bought over Christmas break. Yes....I must be on the mend.

Chicken in a Packet

That chicken...it hides everywhere, doesn't it? In a garden...in a packet. It's the Where's Waldo of my recipe collection!

This recipe came to me from my sister, and it is one of my favorite things to make when I'm a.) feeling the need to be "healthy" or b.) not feeling well. Though you could certainly add whatever seasonings you like to give it a kick, the recipe itself doesn't call for any particular extra flavoring, so it's good to eat when you're somewhere between chicken in a noodle soup and chicken in the KFC bucket.

This also warms over very well for leftovers - but do remember to remove it from its packet before sticking it in the microwave, or you'll be finding chicken all over the neighborhood where it exploded!

Though not a casserole, this is a good "meal all in one" kind of dish. And did you notice?? A VEGETABLE LURKS WITHIN IT! Let the record show....

The Recipe:

4 boneless skinless chicken breast halves or tenders
1 cup uncooked instant rice
1 can cream of chicken soup, undiluted
2/3 cup water
1 cup broccoli florets (fresh or frozen)
1/4 cup shredded cheddar cheese

Place each chicken breast or tender in the center of a double thickness of heavy duty foil. In a large bowl, combine rice, soup, and water. Spoon in equal amounts over the chicken. Place broccoli on top. Fold foil securely around the mixture and seal tightly. Place on a cookie sheet and bake at 400 for 20-25 minutes or until juices run clear and rice is tender. Open foil carefully to allow steam to escape. Sprinkle with cheese before serving.


A chicken breast certainly makes this a much bigger meal - but meatatarian though I am, I have a hard time eating that much chicken at one meal. I find the chicken tenders to be much better suited for me in this recipe. I also use whatever kind of cheese I have on hand - even if it isn't cheddar.

The soup, water, and rice mixes together very quickly. Don't cook the rice first. Just toss it in the bowl as it is.

It was hard to get a good picture of the little foil boats - but I just took about a foot long piece of heavy duty foil, folded it in half, and curved the ends and sides up like a little bowl. The chicken nestles down in the bottom.

This is the soup/rice/water mixture just divided as evenly as possible among the four "boats" of foil.

Also let the record show...I use more than a cup of broccoli. I try to put a pretty decent serving on top of each one.

If you don't seal up each foil packet tightly, you will have soup guts that leak out onto the baking pan. Not the end of the world, but kind of annoying.

And by "sprinkle with cheese" I mean "douse with cheese. Sometimes I wait for this step until I heat up the leftovers. That way it's freshly melted cheese.

Bits for Sunday, February 15, 2009

I will readily admit I’m an overgrown kid. I sleep in until ridiculous hours on the weekend, love to get presents as much as I love to give them, have no issues being on the phone for hours at a time, and think that animation (and any technologically updated version thereof) makes for a great movie. Without lists, I’d forget to do standard life chores like put gas in the car and do laundry. I work best when rewarded (chocolate is preferable) and am quite surprised that I haven’t resorted to chore charts with stickers to accomplish basic tasks.

And so it has come about that I am pursuing a new approach to prayer. Prayer has been one of my needs improvement areas of life’s report card this year, and I’ve been studying it both in my Bible study and in books that I’m reading. And of course, at church it has been the topic of both sermons and the midweek Bible study for the past few weeks. Note to Bekah: time to learn!

Last week I subbed for the midweek Bible study, and since my day planner list said I had too many chores to put hours and hours into preparation like I normally would, I turned the night into a discussion night. I figured in a group that size, surely people would have ideas and questions and we could foster quite the little discussion for an hour – and we did!

My question was this: what advice do you have for finding a way to pray more consistently over all areas of life? Imagine my joy when one of the ladies said she divides her prayer requests among the days of the week and focuses on certain topics on certain days. My mind immediately filled with visions of index cards (prayer and index cards are the perfect duo, I have decided)…and patterns…and maybe even alliteration. I was ready to walk out of the discussion on the spot, spread out at a table and begin my plan. But since I was “in charge,” I stayed and nudged the conversation until the appointed ending time, and then I began my mental plan.

I share the plan with you today for two reasons. One, it always helps if I have people randomly check in on me. (Overgrown kid checking in again.) Secondly, I figured maybe one or two of you out there might like a new idea if you’ve been feeling the same sorts of frustration that I’ve had.

Monday: Marriages and Ministries. For several years I prayed for marriages according to the day of the month; for example, if you got married on the first of the month, I prayed for you every month on the first. That worked out really well, but I got out of the habit a while ago and haven’t reinstated the policy. In the meantime, I figure Mondays are good days to pray for those who might be struggling or new in marriage…or about to be married. And it’s a good day to pray for ministries – organizations, specific events, opportunities in my own world – whatever is at hand.

Tuesday: Tune and ‘Tude. Tuesdays are just far enough away from Sunday that it’s easy to forget that “Sunday surge” and slide into a ho-hum week. It’s a good day to pray about staying in tune. And of course the ‘tude can always use help.

Wednesday: Work and Wellness. Halfway through the week is a good time to pray for those in the work place – pray to survive the next two days with them. (Just kidding!) And it’s the day I’ve decided to pray for people struggling with their health.

Thursday: Thoughts and Thugs. The thought life probably needs to be hit every single day, but I’ve decided to take one day and focus on the things that consume my thoughts. And since the Bible says to pray for your enemies…well…the thugs made it onto the list. Perhaps I should pray for them first and then tackle the thought life.

Friday: Friends and Family. It could be a long list – those two categories – so Friday works out well as a day to focus on them. After all, I’m allowed to stay up extra late that night!

Saturday: Sad and Sabbath. I have lots of extra time to think on Saturdays, and those end up being the days that I can easily become sad – because I think too much! So when those feelings hit – better pray about them! And quite a while ago I used to be good about praying in preparation of Sunday. I’ve not done well with that lately, so now is the time to return to praying about my own heart and the work of those who prepare for Sunday’s services.

Sunday: Sullen and Sundry. Sunday is typically the day I catch up on news – whether it’s something I see on TV or something that I read in the newspaper or online. It can make a person sullen. So I figured that would be a good day to pray about the gloomy parts of life and the world. And sundry…all the extra stuff that didn’t fit in anywhere else…the Sunday potluck, you could say.

So there’s my list. I’ll try it for a while and see how it goes. And like I said – feel free to check in on me!

Just When You Think You've Seen It All...

...you so haven't.

Mom gave me a copy of Indiana Nursing Quarterly today, because someone at her church gave it to her. And lookee here!

As soon as she handed it to me, I said, "That was SUCH a bad hair day." And she said to me, "I told the person who gave it to me that you'd say that. And you probably worked on it for three hours that morning." I hate to admit it, but she's right.

Hugs

I thought about posting this week...but I just wasn't in the mood. I mean, I had a lot to say, but it was better left unsaid.

But tonight I found the remedy for a rough and tumble week-of-the-heart. Hugs. They are the BEST.

After work, I went over to my friend Faith's house to take Valentines to her two daughters. When I asked earlier in the week if this would be a good day, she not only said yes - she invited me to stay for dinner. YAY! So we had a great couple of hours, hanging out together, eating pizza and salad and sugar cookies with heart sprinkles.

I got a big hug from Hannah - and my favorite part was during dinner, when (around a huge bite of pizza) she asked, "Can Aunt Bekah play after dinner?" And play we did - the three of us. We played Dora Candy Land and blew bubbles - and then watched Hannah "ice skate" a towel over the bubble puddles she'd spilled.

Kaylah, who is just over a year old, gave me lots of smiles and giggles, and proved (only once) that she has learned to say my name. We begged her to say it more but she just smirked and shook her head no. How in the world do they learn to be stubborn that early?

When I left Faith's house, I went over to see Liam and Savannah...who gave me tons of hugs. Liam wasn't feeling so well when I got there, so he just climbed right up in my lap and snuggled in. He also threw a plastic frog down my shirt. What a combo of sweet and all-boy! He ate the frosting off one of the sugar cookies I gave him, and told me he wanted to come to my house to see my puppy. I reminded him it was all kitties at my house - and didn't remind him they never make an appearance when he's there.

Savannah (as a good princess girl does) complimented the Valentines Day nail polish I was sporting and oohed and aahed over the card I made her. I got lots of hugs and stories about school. She showed me what a great reader she's becoming by treating me to a few pages of Dr. Seuss.

I came home from my rounds armed with a bag of Hershey kisses, a rose, a hand stamped valentine, a bunch of great pictures, and a fresh supply of hugs and "I love you, Aunt Bekah!"

And so the week has been redeemed.

Valentines Day....

My Sunday post yesterday was about Valentine's Day...so here are some pictures for you.

This is me with my Valentine's Day gifts from Mom and Dad. They actually gave me a gift card to Hobby Lobby (oh how I miss it) and I went shopping! The red thing is a glass plate that I put on my coffee table to hold the cards and spare Hershey Hugs. The Love sign is hanging on my bedroom door, and the little frogs are in my bathroom. It is about to get a princess makeover, so I thought the frogs would fit in well.


Mom and Dad with their Valentine's gifts from me. I always give the gift of food. LOL.

Another of my Hobby Lobby finds. Chris, this is my answer to Planet Lo-Carb vs. Planet Porky.

Gift number one for my parents - and I'm making more later this week - probably for work. They are the long skinny pastry like cookies dipped in a chocolate/peanut butter mixture and covered with chopped peanuts.

And gift number two - which turned out almost exactly like the magazine picture. A brownie - with many embellishments. :)

Bits for Sunday, February 8, 2009

Valentine’s Day has overtaken my house. I consider this a significant improvement over the days of yore when I all but protested the holiday with a sandwich sign. Today my kitchen table houses neatly stacked treats and cards, my kitchen contains the still-cooling round two of baking, my coffee table has cards ready to mail – addressed and in a rubber band, and there’s even an extra candy dish of M&M’s and Hershey Hugs, left over from the baking.

My parents are the proud recipients of a very beautiful (yet crispy) chocolate brownie decked out with hugs, kisses, and white chocolate drizzle. I’ll post a picture on my blog – because it was a bit of a magazine moment.

My nails are currently drying in a lovely shade of Red Hot, and the plans for the actual holiday include sparkling grape juice, chocolate covered strawberries, and a heart shaped pizza. Yes, I have come a long way from the days of wearing all black and staring at the Grow-A-Date.

If you didn’t know me in the Grow-A-Date years, allow me to explain. A friend gave him to me as a consolation one year. He’s a little red sponge man wearing boxer shorts and a bow tie, carrying a bouquet of carnations and a heart shaped box. His feet stick straight out sideways, and his hair resembles an unfortunately overgrown mop. You drop him in water and he “grows” – which really just looks like a bad case of bloating – moppy hair and all.

I’ve retired the Grow-A-Date and have decided to just enjoy the opportunity to give to others (and indulge in pizza and sparkling grape juice) despite the lack of an actual living date. However, in Grow-A-Date’s absence, I found another substitute, actually also given to me by the same friend. It’s a poster with a picture of a charming mannequin dressed in a suit, complete with a rose on his lapel. At the top, it says, “Man of My Dreams.”

Here are some of his best qualities:

Always knows just what to say: nothing.

You’ll never have to make his dinner, do his laundry or pick up his dirty socks.

He’ll never outgrow you intellectually.

He’s a good listener.

You won’t have to meet or impress his mother.

He can’t answer your phone or borrow your car.

He’ll never ask you if you’ve gained some weight.
And at the very bottom of the poster, it says:

He’s cute, he’s quiet. And if he ever feels the need for “space,” take him apart limb by limb and give him some.

Yes, it’s all true – some of it temptingly so – but he also doesn’t give very good advice, he can’t truly understand a bad hair day, and he doesn’t look very cuddly.

So I think I’ll just put Mr. “Man of My Dreams” in the same category with moppy-haired “Grow A Date.”

The last couple of years that I’ve determined to really enjoy Valentine’s Day and make it a day of celebrating other people and how much I appreciate them, I have found the day is not all that awful after all. So even if you aren’t a huge fan of the mush and ridiculousness that the day sometimes is, take it as an opportunity to love a friend – who might just need a hug. The real kind. Not the kind on my coffee table.

Leave the Menu Alone!!

You all know that change isn't my favorite thing in life, although I handle it now with considerable dignity compared to days of yore. Don't believe me? Ask my friend Lois. She'll tell you.

Anyway, until recent days when our Burger King got new management and went down the toilet faster than anything I've ever seen, it was my favorite place in life to eat and I went there often. I always ordered the same combo meal (whopper junior with cheese, minus onion) by number. One day I went in, ordered my number, and the lady hesitated, looked at me and said rather quietly, "Are you sure?" I glanced up at the menu. All the combos had been switched around, and I was about to order a triple whopper with cheese. God bless the lady who knew I didn't mean it!

But I've noticed lately that any business I call begins the automated answer with "Please listen carefully as our menu options have recently changed." Really? You've said that for the last six months. Can't you find an order you like?????

Whew...okay. I feel better now.

Life is Good...

...I had a day off work today. I was super-spoiled in December, between random days off for holiday preparation and then the time off for Christmas...working full time again had taken its toll on me! Today was the first day I felt I could afford time away from the office, so I scheduled my vacation day and loved every moment of it.

(Oh!! And I got the greatest card in the mail today - my first Valentine's Day card. Totally made my day. Thank you!!)

But even before today, I had a very fun weekend. A fun weekend of relaxing and hanging out with friends...and enjoying every moment of that, too!

Saturday night, my friend Olivia came over for hot chocolate, brownies, and a movie. We watched Sarah, Plain and Tall, which she had never seen. Great feel-good sort of movie. Here I am, all sacked out in the fat chair, with Braeya's favorite blanket. Ahhh....the good life.


The night before that, I drove to Alexandria with my friend Marie...who kindly put up with my need for a road trip so I could make my Vocal Band Reunion DVD purchases. We had dinner there and then the lady made (not even kidding) one of the top three best tasting caramel frappuccinos I'd ever had in my entire life. It was AMAZING.



And now that I've seen the DVD's approximately 1800 times (kidding) - here are my picks for the faves. From Volume 1 - well, I loved the old standby songs that make me cry every time I hear them: A Few Good Men and I Bowed on My Knees. And then there some great vintage ones that I'd never heard actually performed by the Vocal Band, because it was before my time. Your First Day in Heaven and No Other Name But Jesus. Steve Green knocked that one out of the park. And then of course - a couple of David-extraordinaire moments in He Touched Me and Let Freedom Ring. And on Volume 2 - two songs I was so glad they did because I'd not heard them in their entirety before: Dream On and I Walked Today Where Jesus Walks. There were some fun ones on this one: Temporary Home and Build An Ark (which, incidentally, scared me to death when it started playing while I was eating at the Gaither store. I was not quite expecting the interesting beginning sounds...) And then of course, more David joy in O Love That Will Not Let Me Go and The Love of God. And one of my favorites from Steve Green - Find Us Faithful. And for the first time ever on their DVD's - I actually stuck around for almost all the commentary between songs.

So if you happen to be driving beside me during the next month - you'll be likely to hear any one of these blasting from my car. :) And I won't even apologize 'cause I'm not sorry!

Bits for Sunday, February 1, 2009

Adventures in Bekahland would not be complete without a snow story. More specifically a driving in snow story. And so…

Allow me to begin by giving you some background information. First, I hate winter. Secondly, I’m not a stellar driver on icy/snowy roads. And finally…I live on a road that may see a plow once a season if said plow is bored. And you can imagine in the winter we’ve had…the plows have not been bored.

Part of the reason my road never sees a plow is because one end of the road is occupied by multiple apartments of college students, so there are about 18 cars crammed into that half a block. They park on both sides of the street and a regular car can barely squeeze between them. A plow would have no hope. Occasionally a kind hearted civilian with a plow on his pickup will drive through and push aside the snow on my end of the street – where the area is actually clear.

Wednesday morning, I awakened to fresh snow. From inside the house, it didn’t look like that much, so I opted to drive to work rather than walk. About 2 feet into my commute, I realized the snow was about 8 inches deep. And I was the first to traverse my block. I managed to get through and I arrived at work no worse for the wear. At lunchtime, I came home and found the road to be badly rutted. I fishtailed my way through the tunnel of messily parked cars, narrowly missing a couple of them, pulled into my driveway, and promptly got stuck. I spent the next hour, in my work clothes and shoes, digging my car out. While I did that, a car at one end of the block spun for 15 minutes before being pushed out by two occupants of a passing SUV, and a pickup truck got stuck not far from my house.

With my car dug out at last, I parked it and walked back to work. No way was I messing with this road until a plow arrived…or April. Thursday morning I peeked out to see if a plow had happened by. Not so much. So I walked to work again. On the way, I noticed the many cars that slid through the day before had packed down much of the snow, so I determined to drive back after lunch. As I carefully approached the end of the road, with hands firmly gripping ten and two, I realized the intersection was a mess.

The main road where I was about to go was clear. But in between my seat and clear was a big fat mess of slush and ruts. I stayed way back, waited for the way to clear from both directions, and gunned/slid my way out into the main road.

All afternoon I dreaded coming home, knowing I’d have to pull that stunt in reverse, and this time I’d have to watch out for haphazardly parked cars in my path. I considered leaving my car at work and walking home, but I decided to be a big girl and drive. I waited for “rush hour” to pass and headed for the car.

As I walked toward my car I called my parents. Got my Dad. I said, “I hate winter. I’ll get stuck. I just know it.” He said in that soothing Dad tone, “Now, honey, it’s not bad out. I’ve been out all day and I’ve not gotten stuck one time. You just have to go slow and be patient.”

Patience is NOT my virtue.

I got in my car, carefully made my way toward my road, veered cautiously off the lovely cleared road onto my rutted mess of a street and BOOM. Stuck. In front of my somewhat sideways and sliding car was a somewhat ill-parked car. Behind me was a string of traffic. And under me were spinning tires. I tried several times, but my car was not going ANYWHERE.

I waited for traffic to clear behind me (quite a wait) and put the car in reverse. I prayed for big time mercy and gunned it. The car cooperated and sped backwards into the main road. I drove around to find a clearer path home, located a semi-suitable one, and pulled safely into my driveway.

I’d only been home about 5 minutes when the phone rang. It was my Mom. She said, “Well, your Dad just called. The van is stuck.”

REALLY!

I said, “Did you ask him if he was being patient? Because I hear if you just go slow and are patient, you won’t get stuck….”

Just a Little Card

One of my friends will be leaving in a few days to go on a mission trip, and I wanted to give her a combo "happy travels" and "I'm praying for you because I know you hate flying" card.

So, after looking online, I found a card that looked something like this one - and I made my own version of it:


But I made the area under the airplane and the yellow triangle a pocket, and I wrote out verses on cards - one for every day she's gone.

I kind of liked it. It is en route to her now, so hopefully it arrives safe and sound...and before her departure date!

Toffee Crackers

I just finished baking the most delicious (and sinful) looking dessert...so that prompted me to post another recipe. Next time I make the one I just made now...I'll take pictures so I can share it with you. EASY and yummy.

Since Super Bowl Sunday is just a few days away, I thought I'd post this recipe. It's super easy to make, usually disappears REALLY quickly, and is a great last minute thing to take if you end up going to a party.

Mom gave me this recipe a few years ago after she had it at an open house. I have made it multiple times for parties, carry-ins, Bible studies, chocolate cravings, YOU NAME IT. I will warn you that it's highly addicting, not at all good for you, and yet SO SO good. In fact, I kind of wish I had a pan of it right about now!

The Recipe:

1 sleeve of saltine crackers
3/4 cup packed brown sugar
2 sticks of butter
1 bag of milk chocolate chips
chopped nuts to taste

Line a cookie sheet (one with four sides) with foil and spray well with nonstick spray. Lay out saltines to cover the entire pan and set aside. Bring brown sugar and butter to a boil, turn down heat, and cook for three minutes. Pour mixture over saltines and bake at 300 degrees for 5 minutes. Sprinkle chocolate chips on top, let it stand for one minute, and spread chips out. Sprinkle chopped nuts over the top. Refrigerate until cold, break into pieces, and serve.

I have used both real butter and margarine, and I have to say I think real butter works a little bit better. Just my preference. I have also made this with both milk chocolate chips and semi-sweet chips. MUCH prefer the milk chocolate. But then again - I'm not a big fan of dark chocolate, so maybe that's why I don't like the semi-sweet on this.

I use a really old cookie sheet that is mostly only good for projects where the sheet itself is covered. It's imperative that you use a sheet with sides or the sugar/butter mixture will run all over the oven! Make sure you really really coat the foil with nonstick spray or you will have a gooey mess on your hands. Get the spray into all the corners and clear to the edge. I really don't think you can over-spray this one.

Pretty much the whole sleeve of crackers should fit on the pan if you're using a standard size pan. Sometimes I have to break the last row in half to get them to fit.

I cut up the butter into smaller pieces to help it to melt faster. And I stir this mixture well while I wait for it to boil. Don't want the brown sugar burning on the bottom of the pan.

I wait until the boil is a good, rolling boil before I start counting the three minutes of boiling time.

The mixture will be kind of thick as you pour it out. I try to make sure I spread it as evenly as possible over the crackers, because it's usually thick enough that it doesn't completely run all over the pan. It spreads out a bit, but it doesn't run. The crackers will start to float a little as you pour it in - but they'll stay relatively wherever you put them.

It's okay if you don't get the mixture over every square inch - it will spread out a little bit as it bakes. When you pull it out of the oven, be careful. If you tip the pan much at all, you could spill out the butter/sugar mixture. It will be very runny right at that point. I wear oven mitts when I do this recipe because if it does spill, I don't want it pouring onto my bare hands!

Spread the chocolate chips all over the pan. The milk chocolate ones melt a little bit faster. You won't want to leave it much more than the minute the recipe says. If you try to start spreading them out before that, you're going to mess up the crackers underneath. If you wait much longer, the chocolate will start to harden.

I just use a metal spatula to spread out the chips.

Since I usually make this to take somewhere, and I know some people are allergic to nuts, I cover half the pan with nuts and leave the other half plain. This time when I made it, I left the pecan pieces somewhat large. I actually prefer it with finely chopped pecans. You can buy them that way or use a food chopper to chop them up.

I typically put the pan in the refrigerator overnight to make sure it's good and solid. The next morning, before leaving for wherever I'm taking it...I break it into pieces. If you didn't grease the foil well enough and you notice that it's breaking apart, be sure to check the underneath side of each piece as you break it to make sure you chip off the foil. No one wants to bite into that! Just break the pieces - however large or small you want them.

I arrange them according to whether or not there are nuts on top so people can easily find what they want! I also usually store mine in the refrigerator before serving (and if there are any left over) because it keeps them from becoming sticky, melty messes.

Bits for Sunday, January 25, 2009

I thought I would have to introduce this week as “the week with no theme” – but I can’t have a week without a theme. It’s very unBekahlike. So I thought about it and found a theme.

YAY!

That’s the theme. Not yay that I found one…yay is IT.

I spend a lot of time reminding myself of the areas where I need to do better. I read a book and underline all the areas where I fall short so I can work on improvement. I hear a sermon and squirm when the points seem to sail right down the aisle and hit me in the face. And anyone at my work can tell you I always automatically assume myself the culprit when we’re collectively reminded of something we should be doing (or not doing). It’s the Bekah way.

But this week I found myself pleasantly surprised when some things went right. And for that, I say YAY!

* One of my focus areas this year is prayer. (Back to that whole “areas that need improvement” list…) This week I spent a few days wondering if my prayers were going anywhere at all. Some of them have been in the works for years and it’s hard to pray for something that long and see nothing happen. And then in the space of one week, two of my friends, who had asked me to pray for them, received answers within hours. I was so excited for them – but it was also a good reminder to me that the prayers are heard, and the timing of the answers is none of my business. (I will admit, though, I thought about taking the approach of “God, I have this friend….” to see if that would result in a faster answer for mine!)

* I’ve mentioned before that my friend Lynnette and I are reading the same devotional book this year and we’re emailing back and forth throughout the week to share what we’ve been learning. This week the devotions have been about embracing this day – and have largely focused on single women. For a couple of days, I felt restless as I read because I was already doing the things the book suggested. It gave many practical ideas on how to live a good and full life even if you aren’t married…making your house a home, cooking meals, inviting people in…those sorts of things. I hated not being able to underline. But then God very gently pointed out the blessing I was missing. As I read during those days, there was cause to celebrate that I am doing something right. I am living a good life and there was a day when I didn’t know how to do it. Progress!

* Yesterday I was able to hang out with my good friend and scrapping buddy, Faith. We try to get together now and then on a Saturday to catch up on each other’s lives and to crank out as many scrapbook pages as is humanly possible – and then add a couple more because we’re overachievers. Yesterday, though, I took a break from scrapping and worked on making cards. I was a horrible card-maker last year. I didn’t plan ahead and then I was mortified about the quality of most of the rushed cards I did make. This year I devised a plan-ahead schedule and a make-three-times-what-I-actually-need plan so I would have a reserve in case of emergency. I made close to 50 cards yesterday and have already written in and addressed several of them. I’d forgotten just how much I love putting that time into my version of an encouragement ministry. It was so much fun!

* And this has nothing to do with anything I did right – but it’s a big fat YAY in Bekahland anyway, so I’m going to write about it. As you know, I’m a rather ridiculously giddy Gaither fan. The newest taping is being released this coming week – two volumes of a Vocal Band reunion. If ever I feel tempted to call in sick when I’m really not, it will happen the day after I buy those DVD’s! (Never fear, Gaytha. I plan to get them over the weekend.) I plan to sit in the fat chair with my fleece blanket and a box of Puffs and watch every last second of that taping – probably three times. I got just a taste-let of it Saturday night when I happened upon it during a channel surf and I’ll admit – I cried. And not in a crazed fan (think teenage girl and Sanjaya on American Idol) kind of way. It really was very moving to watch these guys sing the songs that I have grown to love so much! And so…yay!

And now…it is less than 10 minutes until the Duggar wedding special airs, and I’m kind of a fan of the Duggar show. So I must get my cookbooks lined up in front of the TV (standard Sunday night project is menu planning) so I can be all ready to watch!

Blow Your Nose...and Keep Going

I just had an honest-to-goodness snot-and-tears meltdown. It felt SO GOOD. I'm sitting here with red, burning eyes, my box of Puffs Plus with aloe, probably interestingly smeared makeup, and the makings of a headache, but it was still a cry well worth it.

I was journaling (not the best penmanship due to blurry vision) as I cried because I was so frustrated. God has nudged - almost to a pushing-over point - a prayer that I've been inconsistent in praying even though I know it's what He wants me to do. I've been inconsistent because this prayer requires a lot of faith from me, and right now, I'm finding myself to be a bit short on the bold faith. And yet He brings it up multiple times a day and I know He expects me to at least make a concerted effort.

So I opened my Bible to read my verse on prayer for today, and it is Deuteronomy 9:26. In this verse, Moses is remembering what it was like to come down from the mountain, after having had an incredible encounter with God and receiving the Ten Commandments...only to find the golden calf party in full swing. I'd read last night about his anger...and about God's anger. And I read about Moses praying a prayer of intercession for his own brother's life to be spared, because God was so angry with Aaron for mis-leading the people and allowing them to do such a thing. I remember journaling last night about how hard it is to pray for people when you're mad at them and would prefer to beat them up...

...And then tonight I read how for 40 days and 40 nights, Moses stretched out on his face and prayed for God to spare the entire NATION of Israel, despite their sin and rebellion. I stared at it for a while on the page of the Bible. Moses took 40 days and nights out of his life to lay stretched out on the ground before God and beg for an entire nation to be spared when they didn't even deserve it.

If he could do that, surely I can find it within myself to pray for this thing which is supposed to be a GOOD thing - a blessing. It's not easy to pray for...but certainly easier than over a month on the ground begging for the lives of a rebellious people!

Kind of puts it in perspective. So with that said...I shall blow my nose and keep going.

The Rare Post

I don't often comment on the political scene. My Dad taught government and history for most of his career. He soaks up every drop of this stuff. I barely grasp it. What a disappointment for the poor man! I make lots of fudge and cookies to try to distract him from my lack of fundamental intelligence. So far it's working - so don't tell him that's the plan, okay?

Chris and Skyepuppy and Christina have been my main sources of information over the past couple of years - and I'm grateful they are well-informed.

But since today was Inauguration Day, I feel compelled to at least acknowledge it. After all, as soon as my nail polish dries here in a few minutes, I'll pull out the scrapbook calendar and the stamp set with the little flag in it and make a notation that this was Inauguration Day. It's monumental.

This was actually my first inauguration to ever watch live. With the exception of George W., I've always been in potty training or school for every inauguration. And when George W. was inaugurated, I was at work and live streaming hadn't been an option. So this was kind of big for me.

I tried to separate myself entirely from hoopla, celebrity, personal feelings, and all other things and just watch this for what it was - a man taking an oath to become President.

This year, I learned something about the President. When I sat in an itty bitty practice gym in the middle of Kansas, surrounded by a billion (give or take a million) forms of media and secret service agents, I considered throwing up because the President was about to walk into the room, and the President seemed to be someone so intimidating.

And then he walked in. Like any other man. He laughed, he talked, his eyes twinkled, he waved, he sat, he listened, he read, he respected, he cared, he savored the moment, he enjoyed, he spoke, he related, he remembered, he comforted, he credited, he joked, he smiled...and he left. Like any other man.


That was the moment I stopped being intimidated. That was the moment I realized this man, regardless of party, regardless of decision, regardless of personal opinion, had a job with more stress than I could ever hope to know on my worst day of work. A job in which truly - he could never every make everyone happy. A job in which he had to make decisions for which he would be judged when absolutely no one knew vital pieces of information that had gone into those decisions. A job that would cause him to make good choices and bad choices. Those same things happen to me every day at work. It's just that for me, it doesn't trickle down to matter to an entire nation...or world.

Tonight my TV stopped on C-SPAN for...the first time ever...and I watched George W. deliver a speech in Texas shortly after he arrived there today. I listened to him reflect on his years as president and he said (loosely paraphrased here...) he can walk out of the Oval Office knowing he is the same person he was when he walked in eight years ago.

To be able to walk away with your head held high, regardless of the opinion of others...is more than most can do.

Today a new man came into this office and all the celebrity that surrounds it. The job is still difficult. And beneath his presidential oath, he is a man...who will walk in and hopefully laugh, talk, wave, sit, listen, read, respect, care, savor the moment, enjoy, speak, relate, remember, comfort, give credit, and smile.

I acknowledge I don't know much about the political scene, but I do know President Obama is our leader and as such, we should pray for him both as a leader and as a man. (Romans 13:1-2, 1 Timothy 2:1-2).

(PS - I called my mom to read this to her and when I told her I'd done a political post, she said, "Oh! Did you write about the dresses?" No love. Sigh.)

Bits for Sunday, January 18, 2009

Every year I try to switch up my approach to my daily devotions, just to keep things interesting. I have almost as much A.D.D. for topics as I do for hair color.

This year I’m reading a women’s friendship devotional, which one of my friends is also reading…and we email now and then to discuss what we’re learning. I’ve gotten some great ideas from that book – and you’ll probably hear me mention them now and then.

My other project is to study prayer as it is mentioned throughout Scripture. Right now I’m in Exodus, slowly walking through the plagues and Pharaoh’s persistent pleas for Moses to pray for him. I don’t know how Moses felt, but the guy is really beginning to get on my nerves. Even so, I’m learning a lot about what it means to willingly, earnestly pray for people who are just prayer-moochers.

Yesterday, though, I noticed something I’d never truly seen before. I’d read it before, but apparently glossed right over it. This verse came at the end of the locust plague…which followed the hail…which followed the boils…which followed the dead animals…which followed the flies…which followed the gnats…which followed the frogs…which followed the bloody river. If I’d been an Egyptian in that day, I would have been pretty mad at Pharaoh. Actually, I probably would have died of a heart attack during the frog plague, but assuming I survived the madness, I would have been personally paying the man a visit saying SEND THEM AWAY, YOU IDIOT!

But at the end of lo these many plagues, Pharaoh still stubbornly insisted that the Israelites stay in Egypt. The plagues hit, he panicked, he asked Moses to pray, he promised the people could go, Moses prayed, the plague subsided, and then Pharaoh changed his mind and made the Israelites stay. Such was the cycle.

The locusts swarmed into Egypt, destroyed what little bit of life remained from all the other plagues, Pharaoh pretended to be sorry, asked for relief, and Moses went out to pray for him. God heard Moses’ prayer, took away the plague…and then I read these words: “But the Lord hardened Pharaoh’s heart, and he would not let the Israelites go.” (Exodus 10:20)

This time, maybe Pharaoh really did soften up. Maybe he really did begin to get the point. Maybe he was a bit more repentant than he’d been before…a bit more repentant than even Moses could have imagined him capable of being.

But the timing wasn’t right. God was about to accomplish a pretty spectacular thing in the exodus of His people, but there were other events that needed to occur before that could happen. Perhaps God, Who could see into all the future, wanted to make sure the Passover could be instituted so its celebration could be part of the final hours of Jesus’ life hundreds of years into the future.

Whatever God’s reasoning, the time simply wasn’t right, so He hardened the heart of Pharaoh who once again took back his promise and keep the nation firmly stationed. I doubt Moses was privileged to God’s involvement in Pharaoh’s reaction, so from his perspective, it just appeared that Pharaoh was being his typical annoying self.

And from this, I was reminded that I don’t know, when I’m asked to pray for someone, what is happening in his or her heart at the Hand of God Himself. What I might attribute to stubbornness or annoyance might actually just be God causing a delay for purposes I don’t know. He isn’t required to confide in me when He does such a thing. He simply counts on me to be a faithful prayer warrior and leave the method of answering up to Him.

Hurting Hearts

This week has been a tough one. One of those weeks when people say "How are you?" and the response of "Fine" is a total lie, but to explain the truth would take far too long. One of those weeks when prayer is a struggle, but to go without praying would be harder still. One of those weeks when reporting to work and doing chores at home is necessary but the mind never fully engages.

I don't know how many of you read the blog Kelly's Korner, but I've been reading it for the past several months. Never met Kelly, but she's such a good blogger, I feel like I know her! She's been anxiously awaiting the birth of her first baby - a long-awaited, much-prayed-for baby, and yesterday, Harper was born. I was going to say "little Harper" but she was nearly 10 pounds, so that's not so little. Anyway, she has pneumonia...Harper, that is...and has had to be flown from Arkansas to Tulsa for treatment. If you scroll back through some of Kelly's recent posts, you'll see she was so prepared for the hospital stay that wasn't....making cookies and chocolate covered pretzels for the visitors that came...gifts for the doctors and nurses...and now the baby is over 12 hours hold and I don't even think she's held her yet. Not the picturesque birth she planned...but definitely a birth in need of prayer.

My heart is also hurting for my friend Brent. He's in full time music ministry around the country, so he spends a lot of time giving joy and truth and hope to others...but this week has been a thousand times tougher on him than it has been on me. One of his good friends (also named Brent) lost his wife and two children in an accident. He (the husband) was with them, but he survived, which I'm sure brings an even heavier level of pain than I can even know. Brent (the one I know) went to the funeral yesterday, which was here in Indiana in all its sub-zero temperatures.

Last night I tried to pray for these two...a baby and a mother I've never met...and a friend hurting for a friend. Two deep levels of pain I can't know, but I sure did (and do) hurt for both of them.

So if you think of an of them...and you have a minute for an extra prayer...those are two situations that could use any extra you have.

That Braeya

The other night I worked very hard to assemble my new desk chair. You mighr remember from a long time ago that the only desk chair I had was a wooden folding chair...and one night that ended in disaster. SO....Mom found me a little cheapie desk chair at the Rescue mission, but alas...a few months ago, another disaster.

I've been on the hunt for a new, real, actual, ,stable, non-breaking chair, but they are far overpriced in my opinion. Last week Staples had a special that (after savings and rebates and this and that) made a $90 chair just $40. That I would pay.

I purchased it, prayed over it, and successfully assembled it. (HUGE accomplishment in Bekahland.)

Last night...the first night it was fully assembled, I found Miss Braeya Jo on her favorite blanket...on my new chair.

I ended up kneeling on the floor beside her to do my typing...because truly...she owns the house.

Well Shut Right Up

If you aren't addicted to the Gaithers, this will mean nothing to you. But if you are...did you SEE THE PRESS RELEASE????????????

I was jumping all over the office (at home, not the work one. I'm much more controlled there) screaming and scaring the cats and emailing my sister and calling my Mom and screaming some more.

DAVID PHELPS!!! Back in the Vocal Band! It's a Christmas miracle 300 some days early.

I have no words that don't begin with EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! So I'll just shut right up.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! (sorry...that slipped before I could hit "publish post.")

A New Thing

See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland. - Isaiah 43:19

Today is kind of a big day in Bekahland. I hesitated to blog about it because it's not something I want to go into a lot of detail about, but today is an anniversary of sorts. I love anniversaries because they're specific markers of moments in my life, and I'm all about specific markers. Today's marker was a ten year mark - and it was one that pushed me to think about the decade behind me. Things forever etched in my life - for the good and the bad.

And yet there's a new decade (I hope!) ahead. A decade of hope for me. A decade in which I hope God does new things. I guess I should say a decade in which I believe God will do new things. Make ways in the desert and streams in the wasteland.

What's He going to do? No clue. And yet I'm excited about whatever it is. Excited and thankful to love a God of second (third, fourth, etc.) chances.

Bits for Sunday, January 11, 2009

Earlier this week, I posted about my rather frightening experience with the toy that began to play La Cucaracha at 1 in the morning. If you read the comments, you'll see that Christina and I talked a bit about the toys of our childhood. Toys that did not play, sing, dance, interact, cook your dinner, or anything else. Toys that required creativity on the part of the kid to make them fun in any way. Christina mentioned she converted the refrigerator in her play kitchen into Barbie’s apartment. See, now that’s what I’m talking about. The sort of resourcefulness that children create best.

So I thought I would relive some of my own creative moments from a childhood of "lifeless" toys.

Sunday afternoons were always a challenge for me, because my parents took naps, so my play had to be quiet. One of my favorite things to do was to take my giant flannel-board (which, on its side, was wide enough to cover my doorway and probably about three feet high) and block the open doorway to my bedroom. I would put my folding chair from my table behind it, don my mom’s blue bathrobe, grab a piano book from the living room, and pretend I was in the church choir. When it was time for my solo, I’d stand up, open the flannel-board door (which was my recreation of the swinging half-doors in the choir loft at my church) and walk down the hall to take center stage.

Like Christina, I also created an apartment complex for my collection of Barbies. Mine was constructed from the very long ottoman to the couch in our basement. It was probably four feet long and basically a leather table that was completely open underneath. Talk about a massive two story complex!

The piano bench served as my desk when I played teacher, and I used the kitchen trash can (which had a lid) as my podium. I used all my dolls for students, and I named them after students in my Dad’s classes. Sometimes he or Mom would find old, unused tests or worksheets about to be discarded and bring them home for me to use in teaching my students.

I even remember creating an entire car console from construction paper and taping it in the backseat so I could “drive” while Dad drove. I had a steering wheel and heat/air controls, a radio (stole Mom’s walkman and covered it with a “face” to match the tape player up front) and everything.

I’m sure there’s more. Mom will surely remember some of the more embarrassing things. But let the record show – none of these things woke anyone up at one on the morning by playing La Cucaracha!

If you have some creative memories (not the scrapbook - just actual memories of creativity) - please share!