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Thursday, December 20, 2007

How to be a Good Wife

(home economics high school text book, 1954)

Have dinner ready.  Plan ahead , even the night before, to have a delicous meal, on time.  This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs.  Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal are part of the warm welcome needed.

Prepare yourself.  Take 15 minutes to rest so that you'll be refreshed when he arrives.  Touch up your makeup, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking.  He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.  Be a little gay and a little more interesting.  His boring day may need a lift.

Clear away the clutter.  Make one last trip through the main part of the home just before your husband arrives, gather up schoolbooks, toys, paper, etc.  Then run a dust cloth over the tables.  Your husband will feeel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift, too.

Prepare the children.  Take a few minutes to wash the children's hands and faces (if they are small), comb their hair, and if necessary change their clothes.  They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part.

Minimize all noise.  At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer, dishwasher, or vacuum.  Try to encourage the children to be quiet.  Be happy to see him.  Gree him with a warm smaile and be glad he is home.

Some don'ts: Don't greet him with problems or complaints.  Don't complain if he is late for dinner.  Count this as a minor compared with what he might have gone through that day.  Make him comfortable.  Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or suggest he lie down in the bedroom.  Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.  Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes.  Speak in a low, soft, soothing and pleasant voice.  Allow him to relax and unwind.

Listen to him.  You may have a dozen things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time.  Let him talk first.

Make the evening his.  Never complain if he does not take you out to dinner or to the other places of entertainment.  Instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure, his need to be home and relax.

The Goal:  Try to make your home a place of peace and order where your husband can renew himself in body and spirit.

(I wonder what a 2008 home economics book would say today...)


Wednesday, December 19, 2007

 I have mastered the CUBE!!!!!


Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Christmas time update

(This is the same blurp i put in the christmas cards to you, family.)

Merry Christmas to you all,

Much has happened since the move to Los Angeles.  I'll give you the highlights: working as an interpreter at Fairfax High, living in South LA (aka. south central) with two other wonderful young ladies, found a church with a Deaf Ministry, and am getting headshots taken in January.  The job is going just fine, I love the kids, and I am not the only interpreter (there are five of us)!  Been learning a lot in regards to my attitude on life, myself, God and others.  Amazing how He uses those painful lonely times as the perfect opportunity to grow us up in Him.  When I first moved here it was extremely lonely, I still get hit with bouts of depression, but He is faithful to use the situation to reveal more of His heart and character.  Doubt has had its grip on my mind, even since before the move date this past October.  Doubt that I heard Him say to go; doubt that I could possibly make a difference; doubt that He will actually lead me now that I'm here; doubt that... well, you name it.  Everyday has become a battle of the mind and emotions.  Had not realized how much of an effect they played on my everyday decisions.  Sheesh!  Yet even through the tears and fear that knots up the gut, a choice must be made to either believe He is a God who does infinitely more than I can imagine, or to believe He is a liar.  There are no other options.  Ha!  I still try to play the "God" role in my life but He taps me on the shoulder and says, "Ehem, those are my lines."  Speaking of lines, no, I have not had any acting gigs yet, however, I did have to turn down three offers (one deaf theatre and two background acting).  Even with the writers strike going on and tv shows playing rerun after rerun, there are still jobs out there for the gettin'.  This Christmas will bring a few days back in Arizona to see family.  (oh! and Jenilee is preggie with baby number two!)  Living in LA makes it easy to visit Grandma and Aunt Rita, down in San Diego, on a whim.  I better scoot now and figure out how to print off some copies at the library.  That's another blessing, I can walk to the mini library by my house, just two blocks away with air conditioning and internet and movies galore!!  Pray that you have a wonderful Holiday season and are blessed with quality time near those you love.  Merry Christmas!!!!

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Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Seven Myths Single Women Believe

(it's long so you can print it out. Ladies, it's a good article. Thanks to Suzanne for bringing it to the light.)

 

by Suzanne Hadley

 

 

Sarah wrestled with God. For five years she had served as a resident director at a small Bible college. Each day, young women would knock on the door of Sarah's small dorm apartment. The petite, soft-spoken brunette would fix them tea and listen as they poured out their hearts.

 

"If I could just get my life on track," a 19-year-old would moan. "Then God would bring a godly man into my life."

 

Sarah spoke encouraging words, but inside she felt annoyed. I'm in my late 20s and unmarried. What issue do you think I need to work on?

 

As Sarah wrestled with this contradiction, she discovered something: She and the women around her were succumbing to lies about their singleness. Some of these myths had been instilled in them as little girls growing up in Christian homes (e.g., if you follow God and keep yourself pure, someday He will bring you "the one"). Others seemed founded in a simplistic rewards system (e.g., when you've learned to fully trust in the Lord, then He will bless you with a spouse). Still others seemed to grow out of unrealistic expectations (e.g., when you are married, you will no longer be lonely).

Sarah noticed the enemy was using these myths to discourage women and leave them feeling spiritually defeated. The lies reinforced ungodly perspectives of their relationship with Christ ("I'm not deserving of a husband" or "God views me as a useful tool") and taught them to believe things about marriage that simply were not true ("Marriage equals spiritual maturity").

 

Here are seven of the most deadly myths:

 

God will give me a husband when I'm ready. I recently spoke with a friend in her 30s who casually said the reason she was not yet married was because evidently the Lord had decided she was not "ready." Whether they say it or not, many single women believe that procuring a spouse is somehow performance based. If I were just godly enough, the Lord would give me a husband.

 

Not true! There is a danger in equating marriage with spiritual maturity. God teaches us to depend on Him as singles, but these lessons are not reserved for the mate-less. All of us are sinners, which means we are all constantly striving to crucify the flesh and be more like Christ.

 

Being in a single state may or may not have anything to do with your readiness. It likely has more to do with God's timing. If you are daily allowing the Lord to mold you into His image, you are probably ready to be in a Christ-centered relationship. Realizing this may allow you to be more alert to the godly men around you.

 

God views me more as a useful tool than a beloved child. As a gifted resident assistant, Sarah sometimes felt like Psalm 37:4 didn't apply to her: "Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart." Instead of believing that God cared about her dreams, Sarah suspected He was withholding these things because she was more useful to Him in a single state.

 

People have often told me, "God has allowed you to be single so you might do these things for Him!" While I know these people are seeking to encourage me, my gut reaction is, Why me? It's true that God may set us apart for a season of singleness, but that doesn't mean He is indifferent to our dreams.

 

Matthew 7:11 says, "If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!" God views you a cherished child never a utilitarian object. A loving Father will give you good gifts at just the right time.

 

When it's the right guy, I'll just know. When I was in eighth grade I drew "the one" on a sheet of notebook paper. He had the post-mullet Steven Curtis Chapman haircut, wore hiking books and sported several oddly-placed muscles. Among his more critical characteristics were intelligence, godliness and good hygiene. I had specific ideas about who my husband would be, even what he would look like. (If I met the guy in my picture today, I'd run the other way.)

 

Christian culture (and eHarmony) has created a romanticized picture of what meeting your spouse will be like. In the classic I Kissed Dating Goodbye, Joshua Harris writes: "Too many couples overspiritualize the decision of whom they marry. Instead of realizing that God leads us by providing wisdom and allowing us to make our own choices, those couples wait for a 'mystical experience' that will tell them what to do."

Just as my junior high mind projected who I would recognize as "the one," my grown-up self entertains expectations of how I'll feel when my "soul mate" arrives on the scene. The truth is, God knows best the kind of man who will inspire me to greater devotion to Him. As I seek the Lord, I can trust Him to reveal that person to me in whatever way He sees fit.

 

When I get married, then my life will begin. This myth is particularly insidious. It has the potential to cause great frustration and hopelessness. A desire to be a wife and mother is good, but it does not let us off the hook from living fully right now.

Of the more than 500 references to life in the Bible, none puts marriage as a prerequisite. Jesus said: "I tell you the truth, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life and will not be condemned; he has crossed over from death to life" (John 5:24). My life started when I believed on Jesus, and it does not hinge on my marital status.

 

Think about the acclaimed Proverbs 31 woman. She must have developed many of her skills long before she was married. In the quiet moments of her life as a young woman, she was learning how to be productive and godly. In today's culture, marriage is often delayed longer than we had hoped. But the distinctive opportunities we have as singles are worth embracing.

Marriage will/will not meet my deepest needs. There seem to be two prevalent and opposing views on the relationship between marriage and needs. The first sees marriage as the ultimate wish-fulfillment experience. The other says every need can and should be directly met through Christ, a type of "super-husband."

 

Each view contains some truth. God created woman for man as a remedy for loneliness (Genesis 2:18). And God's grace is sufficient for every circumstance (2 Corinthians 12:9). But marriage alone cannot satisfy a woman's deepest needs. Sarah says: "A very wise lady once told me that she has had her loneliest times since she has been married." Neither can our relationship with Jesus meet the needs that He intended other humans to satisfy.

 

Reliance on Christ does not nullify the advantage of a human marriage relationship. And yet, He is the One who satisfies our deepest longings. As women, we must embrace a balanced understanding of the distinctive roles that Christ and a godly husband should play in our lives.

 

There must be something wrong with me. If I could just figure out what it is, I could fix it and guys would start showing interest. For a long time I believed that if I were thinner, I would attract a husband. Magazines with images of women with flawless skin and model-thin bodies fuel that inner voice that says, You're not thin enough. You're not pretty enough. Or worse, I wonder if it's my personality. I talk too much. Or I laugh at the wrong times. Or I'm too assertive. It's easy to look at married women and wonder: Why them and not me?

 

The truth is, most of the things I suspect are lacking in me, fall under the category of charm and beauty. Scripture says, "Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised" (Proverbs 31:30). The things I should be concerned about improving are spiritual in nature. Am I submitting to Christ? Am I manifesting the fruit of the Spirit? Do I have a gentle and quiet spirit? The right kind of man will be attracted to these qualities.

 

The older I get, the less likely it is that I will find someone. "God is not bound by odds!" Sarah says. While Sarah was still working at the college, she attracted the attention of a godly man. He sought her out, even learning of her character by questioning her friends. Mark and Sarah married when she was 29. Today the couple serves together in Lithuania.

 

As you pass the average marrying age, it can be tempting to panic. It's helpful to remember Paul's words in Romans 11:36: "For from him and through him and to him are all things." All things. As you cultivate godly attitudes and avoid damaging lies, you allow the Lord to pour out the things He has for you. That way, when the right guy comes along, you'll be ready.

Copyright © 2007 Suzanne Hadley. All rights reserved. International copyright secured.

 

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Friday, October 05, 2007

Why the wait? You tell me!

When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.

  Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.
      You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!  The dispenser for the modern 'seat covers' (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume ' The Stance.'

    In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold 'The Stance.'
     To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, 'Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!' Your thighs shake more.
      You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your  thumbnail .
      Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. 'Occupied!' you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, 'You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.'
       By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The   flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.

    At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.

      You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting.
      You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, 'Here, you just might need this.'
      As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men's     restroom. Annoyed, he asks, 'What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?'
      This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs.  It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door!

(some amazing woman wrote this! she is right on)



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