Saturday, March 31, 2007
cool contest!
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grace.
The Lord has been showing me a lot about grace lately. It is so much more than anything I ever thought.
The more I learn about the grace of God, the less I know, and the bigger the mystery.
The more challenges I overcome, the more feeble I sense myself to be.
The more I am favored, the smaller I feel.
I say that because the grace of God is so grand a thing, I feel as if I could drown in it sometimes. Drown isn't the proper word, I know, but for lack of a better one at the moment, it is the one I will use.
I don't mean drown in a negative sense; on the contrary, if grace were an ocean, I would want to go under and stay under for good. I would want to be swept under by the strongest current, and plunged into the deepest depths. Unfortunately, I've experienced almost drowning in the natural sense, and being taken under is probably the most frightening thing I have experienced in my life. Sensing the grace of God in my life is akin to that same experience, just without the terror.
Facing different trials at times has been frightening, but I have been overwhelmed by the Lord's willingness to bail me out on a dime. And in those times when he has not bailed me out, seeing what he chose to do instead is just as overwhelming. These trials have been things that I don't think I could have faced a few years ago. I was too feeble-minded, and by that I mean too dependent on my own wits and wisdom, of which I had very little. It really is true that a man's ways seem right to him, but in the end they lead to death. I was at death's door spiritually, and had no clue. I loved the Lord, but I was completely bound by religion and all of my ways (doctrines) that seemed right to me.
When most of those doctrines began to be proven wrong one by one, I felt completely lost. It was then that I began to experience grace and what it truly means. However, even with all of my sacred cows being totally skewered and my entire picture of the Lord being erased and re-painted, I wasn't quite prepared for the sight of grace in action that I witnessed last Sunday.
In the midst of incredible miracles being wrought through his hands, Pastor Edouard in the Congo experienced the kind of loss that no parent ever wishes to experience. His three month-old son, John Wesley, fell ill suddenly with pneumonia and died. He had faith to raise John Wesley from the dead, as did the four men from our church who were there with him, and fought valiantly just for the opportunity to pray for his baby after he had been taken to the morgue. After overcoming several obstacles to get to him, in the end, John Wesley was not raised.
Pastor Edouard faced intense persecution from his own wife and family, but that did not discourage him. Even after putting his son in the ground, the same faith that he used to open blind eyes, cast out demons, and heal countless afflicted people was not the least bit weakened. He continued to worship the Lord with all of his might, and went right back out that same evening to preach the Gospel in the villages. He even prayed for our four men before they left to come home, with the same joy and peaceful countenance that he had when they arrived a week before. Now that's grace.
The cool thing is, that is the same grace that the Lord wants to pour out on all of us, all of the time.
Hearing the testimony of what happened in the Congo and seeing Pastor Edouard's videotaped greeting for our church changed all of us who were there. It was truly powerful. Our associate pastor, Ryan, has posted it in several parts on his blog. I posted the link to the first part the other day. You can go here to read the rest. (The picture on Ryan's blog is a photo of him and Pastor Edouard.)
The more I learn about the grace of God, the less I know, and the bigger the mystery.
The more challenges I overcome, the more feeble I sense myself to be.
The more I am favored, the smaller I feel.
I say that because the grace of God is so grand a thing, I feel as if I could drown in it sometimes. Drown isn't the proper word, I know, but for lack of a better one at the moment, it is the one I will use.
I don't mean drown in a negative sense; on the contrary, if grace were an ocean, I would want to go under and stay under for good. I would want to be swept under by the strongest current, and plunged into the deepest depths. Unfortunately, I've experienced almost drowning in the natural sense, and being taken under is probably the most frightening thing I have experienced in my life. Sensing the grace of God in my life is akin to that same experience, just without the terror.
Facing different trials at times has been frightening, but I have been overwhelmed by the Lord's willingness to bail me out on a dime. And in those times when he has not bailed me out, seeing what he chose to do instead is just as overwhelming. These trials have been things that I don't think I could have faced a few years ago. I was too feeble-minded, and by that I mean too dependent on my own wits and wisdom, of which I had very little. It really is true that a man's ways seem right to him, but in the end they lead to death. I was at death's door spiritually, and had no clue. I loved the Lord, but I was completely bound by religion and all of my ways (doctrines) that seemed right to me.
When most of those doctrines began to be proven wrong one by one, I felt completely lost. It was then that I began to experience grace and what it truly means. However, even with all of my sacred cows being totally skewered and my entire picture of the Lord being erased and re-painted, I wasn't quite prepared for the sight of grace in action that I witnessed last Sunday.
In the midst of incredible miracles being wrought through his hands, Pastor Edouard in the Congo experienced the kind of loss that no parent ever wishes to experience. His three month-old son, John Wesley, fell ill suddenly with pneumonia and died. He had faith to raise John Wesley from the dead, as did the four men from our church who were there with him, and fought valiantly just for the opportunity to pray for his baby after he had been taken to the morgue. After overcoming several obstacles to get to him, in the end, John Wesley was not raised.
Pastor Edouard faced intense persecution from his own wife and family, but that did not discourage him. Even after putting his son in the ground, the same faith that he used to open blind eyes, cast out demons, and heal countless afflicted people was not the least bit weakened. He continued to worship the Lord with all of his might, and went right back out that same evening to preach the Gospel in the villages. He even prayed for our four men before they left to come home, with the same joy and peaceful countenance that he had when they arrived a week before. Now that's grace.
The cool thing is, that is the same grace that the Lord wants to pour out on all of us, all of the time.
Hearing the testimony of what happened in the Congo and seeing Pastor Edouard's videotaped greeting for our church changed all of us who were there. It was truly powerful. Our associate pastor, Ryan, has posted it in several parts on his blog. I posted the link to the first part the other day. You can go here to read the rest. (The picture on Ryan's blog is a photo of him and Pastor Edouard.)
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
nostalgia tuesday.
Ooh my gosh, I almost forgot!
Here are three songs from yesteryear, the year 1993 to be exact. Do you know these?
Here are three songs from yesteryear, the year 1993 to be exact. Do you know these?
- "I Will Always Love You," Whitney Houston
- "Whoomp! (There It Is)," Tag Team
- "Can't Help Falling in Love," UB40
messed up.
I am forever messed up.
After Sunday, that is.
Our church had a group of four travel to the Congo on a small mission trip of sorts, and they arrived home last Tuesday. On Sunday, they gave the full testimony of the trip. You can read some of the story here, and I would encourage you to do so. It was a hard, amazing, gut-wrenching, inspiring story. I'm still trying to process it all, and am kind of at a loss for words. Maybe in a few more days I can fully express how I feel about what we saw and heard. All I know is, I got a brand new lesson on what true worship is. It is truly a sacrifice, and it is a beautiful fragrance to the Lord.
More on all of this later.
After Sunday, that is.
Our church had a group of four travel to the Congo on a small mission trip of sorts, and they arrived home last Tuesday. On Sunday, they gave the full testimony of the trip. You can read some of the story here, and I would encourage you to do so. It was a hard, amazing, gut-wrenching, inspiring story. I'm still trying to process it all, and am kind of at a loss for words. Maybe in a few more days I can fully express how I feel about what we saw and heard. All I know is, I got a brand new lesson on what true worship is. It is truly a sacrifice, and it is a beautiful fragrance to the Lord.
More on all of this later.
found.
Here's another good one. I love photography, spend way too much time on Flickr, and wish I had more time to spend taking pictures. I love looking at blogs with beautiful photos in them. This one is not exactly that, but it is dedicated to photography and gives tips on doing really cool things with your photos. It's called Photojojo. Check it out.
photojojo
photojojo
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
nostalgia tuesday.
It's the return of Nostalgia Tuesday!
Since I'm getting back into the swing of things and posting regularly, it's time to take you back to yesteryear again with some good (or not good, if you hated it) music. The last Nostalgia Tuesday post had songs from the 70s, so I think I'll jog your memory tonight with songs from the 80s (yay!) All three are from 1983, a vintage year in music. Visit the music service of your choice, do a search, and be transported:
Since I'm getting back into the swing of things and posting regularly, it's time to take you back to yesteryear again with some good (or not good, if you hated it) music. The last Nostalgia Tuesday post had songs from the 70s, so I think I'll jog your memory tonight with songs from the 80s (yay!) All three are from 1983, a vintage year in music. Visit the music service of your choice, do a search, and be transported:
- "Every Breath You Take," The Police
- "Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)," Eurythmics
- "She Blinded Me With Science," Thomas Dolby
Sunday, March 18, 2007
off the chain.
That's the word I would use to describe the day at church today. We had an awesome Spanish service in the afternoon. We've been having them for five weeks now, and being able to share the Kingdom with people in this way is amazing. We've been able to teach them the Word of God and speak into their lives, and it's been awesome.
The Spanish service was just the cherry on top of a huge Sunday sundae. We had a guest speaker in the morning. His name is Julius Oyet, and he is a pastor from Uganda. He was visiting our church before leaving the country to return home. In Uganda he has seen countless miracles in his churches. The title of his message to us today was: "10 Secrets for Miracles." Great title, isn't it? I've decided to transcribe all of my notes out of my trusty little Moleskine onto this post. Keep in mind, most of this is verbatim.
A miracle is a supernatural intervention in the ordinary course of nature; a temporary suspension of the accustomed orders through the Spirit of God.
The Spanish service was just the cherry on top of a huge Sunday sundae. We had a guest speaker in the morning. His name is Julius Oyet, and he is a pastor from Uganda. He was visiting our church before leaving the country to return home. In Uganda he has seen countless miracles in his churches. The title of his message to us today was: "10 Secrets for Miracles." Great title, isn't it? I've decided to transcribe all of my notes out of my trusty little Moleskine onto this post. Keep in mind, most of this is verbatim.
A miracle is a supernatural intervention in the ordinary course of nature; a temporary suspension of the accustomed orders through the Spirit of God.
- Natural miracles: occurences that marvel our understanding but they do not temporarily alter the course of nature (flowers, sunrise with color rays, childbirth)
- Healing miracles: repairment of a damaged part of the body
- Supernatural miracles: This is done as the result of the gift of the Holy Spirit (1 Corinthians 12:10). In this the law of nature is temporarily suspended as the supernatural intervention takes place.
10 Secrets for Miracles
- Bless the Lord. Psalm 103:1-6
- Remember His benefits. Psalm 103:2-6. Forgiveness, Healing, Provisions, Salvation, Families
- Believe it is God's will for you to receive a miracle. Matthew 8:2, Matthew 7:7-8, Numbers 23:19
- Name your desired miracle. Mark 10:51-52, Matthew 18:18-19
- Turn away from doubters. 2 Timothy 3:5
- Ask for your miracle in faith. Matthew 7:7-8. Make a demand on the ability of God. Reach for your miracle. Do not waver. James 1:6-7 (He gave examples of people in the Bible who did this, such as Jacob and blind Bartimaus.)
- Make an effort to catch your miracle. 2 Kings 4:21-30. Don't just sit there; do something!
- Talk power talk daily. Mark 9:23. (Basically don't defeat yourself and your faith by speaking negatively.)
- Turn your faith loose. Acts 14:8-10, Luke 17:13-14
- Never never never quit! Miracles are for those who persist on the promise of God. Mark 7:25-30, 2 Kings 4:30
- As long as you don't embarass sin (confess it out loud), it will be your master.
- Grace doesn't consider or measure. It is not fair.
- When you turn to God in faith, He comes to you in power. When faith is your diet, miracles become your lifestyle.
don't get shipwrecked: part two.
Here are more notes from that "Things that people do to shipwreck their faith" sermon.
- Choose, by default, the easy way. Acts 14:22. It takes a lot of difficulty or trouble to get to where you're going sometimes, but it's totally worth it. The Kingdom of God is worth the price. Romans 6:16. The easy way is not necessarily the God way. The easier way is to just DIE [to your will]. Relinquish all control to God.
- Announce their intentions. Foolish people announce their intentions or plans. Wise people ask counsel. Fools keep their own counsel. Proverbs 12:15, Proverbs 20:18
- Don't confront their problems. 1 Samuel 17:24. Most shipwreck begins as a trial, problem, or conflict that goes unsolved or unresolved. What you don't confront will dominate you.
don't get shipwrecked: part one.
Several weeks ago, the Associate Pastor at my church taught a good lesson on things that shipwreck one's faith. When our faith gets shipwrecked, our destiny can be aborted. We can be stuck in a place of inaction for years and not even realize it. I've been going over the notes of what he said quite often. We get lots of good lessons at church. The wonderful thing is each message points us toward Jesus (so many sermons today don't actually do that) and motivate us to seek first his kingdom and righteousness. I'm amazed at how easy that has become, probably because I don't do some of these shipwrecking things anymore...
I'll post more on this tomorrow.
"Between the promise and the Promised Land is a desert that is the exact opposite of what the Lord has called you to."--R. Joyner
- Blameshift. Just as Adam did with Eve in the Garden of Eden. Many of us are afraid of failure. We can also be ashamed of failure. What we, ironically, often FAIL to realize or remember is that failure in life is inevitable. Not everyone rides smoothly on the bike the first time out, or displays impeccable penmanship at the first attempt at cursive. There is nothing wrong with failure; it is what compels us to KEEP TRYING. As long as we don't QUIT, we can succeed. Failure is a great teacher; it is an opportunity to repent and embrace responsibility. All authority comes from embracing responsibility. Authority never comes from side-stepping responsibility.
- Shoot the messenger. Who hasn't done this, and often? God corrects his people in a myriad of ways, and one of the ways he brings correction is through people. We tend, however, to miss the opportunity to embrace the truth and grow because we don't like the package the truth was wrapped in. We don't like someone's "tone," we think they have a lot of "nerve" because of where we think they are in their walk, or we simply don't like them. None of that has to do with the message itself. Instead of accepting the truth of what is said to us, we throw it out, and shoot the messenger. A sign of maturity is when we can embrace the truth, no matter what the package is from which it comes.
- Live every day on an open-door policy. Many Christians live in such a way that their lives and destinies are dictated by circumstances. That is a dangerous, highly unwise way to live. Being led by the Spirit is essential to stay in the will of God and have peace. Being led by the Spirit is NOT being led by circumstances, feelings, or situations.
I'll post more on this tomorrow.
"Between the promise and the Promised Land is a desert that is the exact opposite of what the Lord has called you to."--R. Joyner
Friday, March 16, 2007
found.
Now that I am returning to a regular blogging routine, it's time to continue adding to the blogroll. New on the found list is DesignSponge.
You may not have noticed (yet), but I love beautiful things. I'm into design, interiors, making one's home look super-dope (although mine has got a LONG way to go), letterpress (I am a slight paper-addict), colorful housewares, and just anything in general that helps to make the simple life fabulous. This blog contributes to all of the aforementioned things, and it's worth a look-see. Lurk away!
Design*Sponge
You may not have noticed (yet), but I love beautiful things. I'm into design, interiors, making one's home look super-dope (although mine has got a LONG way to go), letterpress (I am a slight paper-addict), colorful housewares, and just anything in general that helps to make the simple life fabulous. This blog contributes to all of the aforementioned things, and it's worth a look-see. Lurk away!
Design*Sponge
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
ch-ch-ch-changes.
It's been a month since I've posted here. It's been quite a month. We've gone through a few personal trials and changes, not the least of which is my husband being laid off last week. The good news is, he had a new job the next day, and started yesterday. The not-so-great news is we have to go the next three weeks without any income. Fun fun fun!
I have no doubt that the Lord will provide everything we need. He always has. It's just scary sometimes going through it.
There should be more consistency to my posts here now that we've come through this difficult month. My goal is to get back to posting twice a week, then eventually every day if I can. Hope all is well out there in the blogosphere.
I have no doubt that the Lord will provide everything we need. He always has. It's just scary sometimes going through it.
There should be more consistency to my posts here now that we've come through this difficult month. My goal is to get back to posting twice a week, then eventually every day if I can. Hope all is well out there in the blogosphere.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
sickness sucks.
Apparently, there's been some sort of virus going around, and I may have caught it. I have felt absolutely miserable for the last several days. I couldn't even thoroughly enjoy Heroes the other night because my whole body was aching and I was going back and forth between having chills and breaking into a sweat. Needless to say, Valentine's Day was a bust for hubby and me.
The weather around here has been a miserable bust too. It's just way too cold.
My husband brought me chocolates though. That was nice. Chocolate always makes things a little better. Here's to antioxidants and endorphin-releasers.
The weather around here has been a miserable bust too. It's just way too cold.
My husband brought me chocolates though. That was nice. Chocolate always makes things a little better. Here's to antioxidants and endorphin-releasers.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
blur.
Who knew January could be such a ROUGH month?? I have barely had time to go to the bathroom on a semi-regular basis, much less post about everything I have wanted to the last few weeks. Now it's February!
Sheesh. I really need to get on the ball.
And I shall. Tomorrow. After Heroes.
Sheesh. I really need to get on the ball.
And I shall. Tomorrow. After Heroes.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
nostalgia tuesday.
To begin this year, I think I am going to do something new with the Nostalgia Tuesday posts. Since I am a musician, and there seems to be some sort of song running through my head most of any given day, why not share some of my favorite songs?
Several weeks ago, hubby and I were watching one of those Time-Life infomercials and they were selling a CD collection of "soft rock from the 70s and 80s." You know, like Air Supply and Christopher Cross and stuff like that. Well, I was a little kid back then, and I remembered most of that music. Especially the eighties stuff, since I was really small in the seventies (I was born in '73). I remembered the songs that I liked from the seventies but I never knew the titles of the songs or who sang them. With the eighties I knew all the stats. It was a neat trip down memory lane. It's so cool how a song can be a peg that a really good memory from one's childhood is hung upon.
So, here are a few pegs. Look these up on iTunes or Rhapsody or Pandora and be transported to a simpler time and place...at least it was simpler for me...
Killing Me Softly With His Song--Roberta Flack (1973)
My Love--Paul McCartney and Wings (1973)
Rocky Mountain High--John Denver (1973)
Several weeks ago, hubby and I were watching one of those Time-Life infomercials and they were selling a CD collection of "soft rock from the 70s and 80s." You know, like Air Supply and Christopher Cross and stuff like that. Well, I was a little kid back then, and I remembered most of that music. Especially the eighties stuff, since I was really small in the seventies (I was born in '73). I remembered the songs that I liked from the seventies but I never knew the titles of the songs or who sang them. With the eighties I knew all the stats. It was a neat trip down memory lane. It's so cool how a song can be a peg that a really good memory from one's childhood is hung upon.
So, here are a few pegs. Look these up on iTunes or Rhapsody or Pandora and be transported to a simpler time and place...at least it was simpler for me...
Killing Me Softly With His Song--Roberta Flack (1973)
My Love--Paul McCartney and Wings (1973)
Rocky Mountain High--John Denver (1973)
happy new year!
Well, I'm back, after another short hiatus of a few days. Things have been so busy around here I have barely had time to catch my breath. Trying to get mentally prepared to start the daily routine again is hard work for me! Where is all of this resistance coming from?? I think it will take me a couple of weeks to feel like life is normal again.
Bob Jones came to our church again this past weekend. He had a great deal to share but one of the main things he kept saying was "paradigm shift." What we have been focused on previously is going to change dramatically. That has already started happening in my life. Things I had not previously even imagined that I could do or would be doing are now regular habits. Things such as going on outreaches, preaching the Gospel, ministering out in the marketplace. We came out of a church where it was a select few that did those things, and everyone else had to go through some hundred different steps before they would be "qualified" to do the same. It is so different now. There really has been a shift in my life, and it was said that this shift would occur everywhere. My husband said it sounds like a mass repentance (repent= change one's mind) that is coming, where everyone is re-focused on what is truly important and eternal and a great unity and power results.
I'll get the recordings and share some key points as I've done before.
Time to go eat some cookies.
Bob Jones came to our church again this past weekend. He had a great deal to share but one of the main things he kept saying was "paradigm shift." What we have been focused on previously is going to change dramatically. That has already started happening in my life. Things I had not previously even imagined that I could do or would be doing are now regular habits. Things such as going on outreaches, preaching the Gospel, ministering out in the marketplace. We came out of a church where it was a select few that did those things, and everyone else had to go through some hundred different steps before they would be "qualified" to do the same. It is so different now. There really has been a shift in my life, and it was said that this shift would occur everywhere. My husband said it sounds like a mass repentance (repent= change one's mind) that is coming, where everyone is re-focused on what is truly important and eternal and a great unity and power results.
I'll get the recordings and share some key points as I've done before.
Time to go eat some cookies.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
remember.
As the clock is winding down on another year of life, I reflect on the lessons, the people, and the blessings that have come my way.
I was just starting to get to know my baby boy, who was only a month old this time last year.
My family was getting used to our new geographical surroundings, having relocated to this area in September of '05.
I began a new business--a school of my own where I can teach music privately. Since beginning in the summer, I have gone from one student to twelve. And what a blessing each student has been. I hope I have been a blessing to them too.
We had some financial struggles, but through them we learned what it really means to depend on the Lord, and were miraculously blessed and provided for. As a result, we no longer tremble with fear when some difficult circumstance comes our way.
I watched my now ten year-old learn how to swim.
We were given an old vehicle, which we drove until we couldn't drive it anymore, and were then blessed with a new vehicle, which was one that I had specifically asked for in prayer.
I was pushed out of my comfort zone, going on outreaches, preaching the Gospel in English and Spanish, in neighborhoods, trailer parks, and at high school football games. Seeing the fruit of those outings is tremendously humbling. I am so grateful to be a part of what's happening here.
We saw really cool healings, remarkable salvations, and were constantly encouraged in our walk with the Lord.
Seeing my son take his first steps at nine months old was a trip.
Celebrating his first birthday was so much fun. His first milestone birthday. It was my oldest son's milestone birthday as well, turning double digits. Hubby also had a milestone birthday, turning 30. No milestone for me, but it was cool to see the three men in my life mark important milestones in their lives.
We learned how to truly abide in the Lord, to soak in His presence. It is so much less work than I ever thought it was. So fewer "steps." We just sit, turn up the worship music, and soak. No wonder I never could seem to keep my peace before.
We had encounters with angels. I can't sufficiently describe how cool that was.
I could go on, but this would end up being a really long post.
I was just starting to get to know my baby boy, who was only a month old this time last year.
My family was getting used to our new geographical surroundings, having relocated to this area in September of '05.
I began a new business--a school of my own where I can teach music privately. Since beginning in the summer, I have gone from one student to twelve. And what a blessing each student has been. I hope I have been a blessing to them too.
We had some financial struggles, but through them we learned what it really means to depend on the Lord, and were miraculously blessed and provided for. As a result, we no longer tremble with fear when some difficult circumstance comes our way.
I watched my now ten year-old learn how to swim.
We were given an old vehicle, which we drove until we couldn't drive it anymore, and were then blessed with a new vehicle, which was one that I had specifically asked for in prayer.
I was pushed out of my comfort zone, going on outreaches, preaching the Gospel in English and Spanish, in neighborhoods, trailer parks, and at high school football games. Seeing the fruit of those outings is tremendously humbling. I am so grateful to be a part of what's happening here.
We saw really cool healings, remarkable salvations, and were constantly encouraged in our walk with the Lord.
Seeing my son take his first steps at nine months old was a trip.
Celebrating his first birthday was so much fun. His first milestone birthday. It was my oldest son's milestone birthday as well, turning double digits. Hubby also had a milestone birthday, turning 30. No milestone for me, but it was cool to see the three men in my life mark important milestones in their lives.
We learned how to truly abide in the Lord, to soak in His presence. It is so much less work than I ever thought it was. So fewer "steps." We just sit, turn up the worship music, and soak. No wonder I never could seem to keep my peace before.
We had encounters with angels. I can't sufficiently describe how cool that was.
I could go on, but this would end up being a really long post.
Friday, December 29, 2006
what's new.
Lots of people make New Year's resolutions that they attempt to keep but never do. I never make resolutions. I do make a list of goals at some point during the year. Those goals are things that I hope to accomplish by the end of that year. Then I go back the next year or a couple of years later and see what I was able to accomplish and what I wasn't. I cross off the list things that I did, or saw, or bought, and I'm surprised at what I actually did get done (even if it's only a couple of things...I tend to set pretty lofty goals!).
On the list for this coming year are some familiar goals--save more money than I spend (why is that sooooo hard??), find time to read some of the books in my library, learn to be a better artist, write those books. But there are some new goals too:
On the list for this coming year are some familiar goals--save more money than I spend (why is that sooooo hard??), find time to read some of the books in my library, learn to be a better artist, write those books. But there are some new goals too:
- learn how to disciple my students and not just feed them information
- do not be afraid to prophesy to a complete stranger
- make Christmas gifts for my loved ones this year--a recorded CD, calendars, book plates
- rejoice in watching my boys grow older with no regrets about how fast the time flies
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
nostalgia tuesday.
Being the day after Christmas, I decided to reminisce (did I spell that right??) about some of the Christmas gifts I received as a child. Some of them were extremely popular at the time, and some of them have stood the test of time and are still popular.
- a Mickey Mouse watch (wish I still had it; it would be collectible EBay-able material now.) I really wanted a Strawberry Shortcake digital watch (digital watches were the new thing then), but I ended up being perfectly happy with the Mickey Mouse one.
- a Baby Alive doll. With the powdered baby food and diapers and everything. I named her Maya. She had a little yellow dress and curly hair, and I remember I loved her very much. I think I was a pretty good mom too.
- an Easy Bake oven. I baked several cakes with that thing, including a birthday cake for my dad. I really thought I had it going on, like Betty Crocker or Julia Child or something.
- a black and yellow race-car big wheel. It had a timer on it and came with orange road cones so you could time yourself. I would go really fast, then pull up the break and spin around. It would make this schreeching noise just like fast cars spinning out do. That thing was so much fun. I wore it out.
- a pink Huffy Princess Power bike. I wore that thing out too. It was for me at the time to pop wheelies on it, even though I wanted to. I figured eventually I would upgrade to a BMX bike. Never did.
- a Malibu Barbie. I had so many Barbies. They were great fun. Never got the Dream House or the RV or the McDonalds or the Pink Corvette, but I did get the Silver Corvette one year. That was cool.
- a little Strawberry Shortcake playhouse. It was shaped like a big strawberry and would close up and you could carry it like a little case. Inside fit Strawberry Shortcake (who smelled like fruity goodness) and her furniture, which included a stove. She also had little pies with fixings that you could mix and match. I loved that toy.
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