Faith – Do I Have Enough?

For the past several Sunday morning Bible Classes we have been discussing Abraham and his faith. Anyway, I was looking in my closet that I call “the dungeon” and I found this book titled “Fueled by Faith” by Jennifer Kennedy Dean. I realized that I purchased this book sometime ago and have never read it.

Chapter One is titled Enough Faith.

The first question in this chapter is “Do you have enough faith?” Well, I am pretty sure that I have wondered that myself. I would answer the question like this – No, I do not have enough faith. So then comes the question – Why did I answer it with a no? The bible says I only need faith the size of a mustard seed and I have seen mustard seeds and they are small. This little bit of faith is suppose to be powerful enough to move mountains. So what happened to my faith.

This chapter points out a distinction between the word – faith and the word – belief. I am thinking what is the difference? Is there a difference? The author points out that a person does not have faith in an outcome, but in a person. The author states the following. “Many times our attempts to exercise faith are in hopes that we will be able to manipulate circumstances and bring about our preferred outcome by means of faith expressed through prayer, which is spoken faith. Have I been trying to manipulate the circumstances by means of faith expressed through prayer? I will admit that I have gotten discouraged when I prayed for a particular outcome and then that outcome did not happen. It is very humbling to think that I have been manipulative in my prayer life.

Trip to Big Bend

At the McDonald Observatory

At the McDonald Observatory

Just got back home from my eight day trip to Big Ben. My husband and I woke up early on October 1 and headed off to Balmorhea State Park. This park is know for its spring fed pool. The water is a constant 72 – 76 degrees. We arrived early evening – just enough time to take a quick dip in the pool with our snorkels. The great time about going this time of year is that we were practically the only people in the pool area.

The next day (Friday-Oct 2) we decided to drive down to Fort Davis and take a look around. We drove up to the McDonald Observatory to took a look at the new telescope. We then ate a picnic lunch at a spot off the road. We then decided to drive back into town and check out Fort Davis. We spent the afternoon looking around at the buildings and hiking on some trails. The funny story about this trip was going through Wild Rose Pass. As we were driving though the pass, Marc saw what appeared to be roses growing beside the road. Of course, we stopped to take a look. We laughed so hard when we discovered that the “wild roses” were really plastic roses that were woven onto the plants. After all that hiking we were hot and tired and ready for another dip in the pool at Balmorhea.

On Saturday (Oct 3) we pulled our trailer down to Fort Davis and met up with some friends. It was a rainy day but we managed to go to a flea market that is held the first Saturday of the month and to some other small shops. The most fastinating shop was the Broom Making shop. The owner was kind enough to demonstrate how brooms were make in the 1800’s. I was so impressed with his broom that I bought one. It looks exactly like a witches broom. And it is a good broom too. That evening we all went up to the McDonald Observatory for an evening program. The only disappointment was the cloudy weather. We were unable to look through a telescope.

Broom Making Shop in Fort Davis

Broom Making Shop in Fort Davis

Sunday (Oct 4) we head on down to Terlingua. Terlingua is an interesting spot on the road. It is a hot and dusty place. We did meet with the outfitters to pick up the needed “sort of” water proof bags to pack for our trip down the Rio Grande River. After packing our bags we decided to take a short hike in Big Bend. We drove up to the Chiso mountains/basin and hike a trail up the mountains.

Hiking the Chisos Mountains/Basin

Hiking the Chisos Mountains/Basin

Monday (Oct 5) we start our trip down the river – in canoes. Now I thought this was going to be a river rafting trip and all that I was going to have to do was sit in a raft and hang on. No, I was going to have to paddle. Luckily, the food was with our guide. I was real nervous about the whole canoeing ideal. Marc and I have paddled around lakes but never in a river where we would encounter rapids. It was not to far down the river that we turned over our canoe. Not surprising since I do not know much about canoes. After that first dumping experience we were paddling pretty good. We saw all sorts of sights – birds, horses, cattle. But it was not until we got into the canyon that it was most impressive. There was a spot that our guide called the Texas and Mexican gates that was very scary for me. It was a place with these huge boulders that we were going to have to get our canoes and supplies around. After much walking around and looking things over the guide came up with a plan to get us through this spot. I was glad the guide made it though. Marc and I were not so lucky. We ran our canoe into the canyon wall and the next thing I knew we were once again in the river. It was not too much farther that a spot was found for us to camp for the night. Our guide’s name was Bobski. I was impressed at how easy he made canoing look. I was also impressed with his cooking skills along the trail. For supper, we had salad, potatoes, steaks, and brownies for dessert. He also served a Merlot wine with our meal. I really thought for a camping trip that this was five star treatment.

Our River Guide and Gourmet Camp Cook

Our River Guide and Gourmet Camp Cook

On Tuesday (Oct 6) I was a little apprehensive about canoing. I did not want to spend time in the water again. I had a fantastic day. We did experience some rapids but they were the type that Marc and I could handle. The temperature in the canyon was also cool too. It made me feel small to look up and see these massive walls of stone on either side of the river. It was also a very quiet place.

In The Santa Elena

In The Santa Elena

Marc had a hard time with the silence but it was something that I enjoyed. We canoed out of the canoe and then our trip was over. We drove back to our trailer and then spent the evening at the laundry mat washing our smelly, wet clothes.

Wednesday (Oct 7) – We woke up and the air was cool. We decided that we would hike around Big Bend until lunch and then pack up our trailer and travel a few miles to get a head start on our way back home.
We camped at Seminole State Park just outside of Del Rio. This park featured a canyon with Indian Art on the walls. We were not able to see this. They take guided tours for this and they did not have one going on when we arrived. However, we stumbled on a fantastic sight. We hiked a trail called the Windmill trail. We came to a spot in the trail that had a spring. Marc did some investigating and discovered a spot for Monarch butterflies. There must have been about 25-30 butterflies by this spring.

Butterflies

Butterflies

Thursday (Oct 8)-We are home. We clean up our trailer and now it is time to get back to everyday life.

Life is a Gift

This came across my e-mail a couple of days ago.  This story reminds me to be thankful and kind to others. I hope that if you stop by my blog to read it you will find it helps you too.

There was a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind.  She hated  everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was  always there for her. She told her boyfriend, “If I could only see the world, I would marry you.”
 
One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her.   When the bandages came  off, she was able to see everything, including her boyfriend
 
He asked her, “Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?”  The girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The sight of  his closed eyelids shocked her.  She hadn’t expected that.  The thought of looking at them the rest of her life led her to refuse to marry him.
 
Her boyfriend left in tears and days later wrote a note to her saying:  ‘Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for before they were yours, they were mine.’
 
This is how the human brain often works when our status changes.  Only a very few remember what life was like before, and who was always by their side in the most painful situations.

Life Is a Gift.
 
Today before you say an unkind word…think of someone who can’t speak.

Before you complain about the taste of your food…think of someone who has nothing to eat.
 
Before you complain about your husband or wife…think of someone who’s crying out to GOD for a companion.
 
Today before you complain about life…think of someone who went too early to heaven.
 
Before whining about the distance you drive…think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.
 

And when you are tired and complain about your job…think of the unemployed, the disabled, and those who wish they had your job. 

And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down…put a smile on your face and think:  you’re alive and still around.

Adoption Sermon 9/20/2009

Our sermon this Sunday morning worship sermon was on adoption. This is what I took home from this sermon. Sometimes, I am amazed at how confused I can sometimes get.

Galation 1:4-6 (NIV) For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight. In love, he predestined us to be adopted as his sons though Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will- to the praise of his glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves.

  1. We are adopted by God.  
  2. God picked me out.
  3. This adoption has a price.

Wow, I was excited.  God picked me.  I want to be picked by God.   I also know that God paid the price through the death of his Son.

But then the questions started to pop into my head.

 Does God choose me or do I choose God? I think about this question all the time and can never come up with an answer.  I sometimes think that I will never know.   When I was baptized I confessed that Jesus was the Son of God.  I was just a teenager at that time  and it seemed that I was choosing God instead of him choosing me.  The verse I quoted above seems to say that God chose me before the world was created.  So did I really make a choice?

I thought about the adoption process.  It is true the prospective parents do choose the child.  I then began to wonder if the child has a choice.  If the child is an infant I do not think so.  I suppose if the child is older he/she can decide if they want to be adopted.  I would think that the child would be so happy to be adopted that the child would not turn down this opportunity.  Maybe the choice comes when the child decides to love the parents through obedience – by doing things that the parents want the child to do.  If the child is disobedient, then maybe the child is rejecting the adoption?       

It is true that adoption does have a high price.  I looked it up on the internet and adoptions can cost around $25,000.  That does not include all the cost of then raising that child.  The price that God paid to adopt me was a high price too.  The price that was paid was the sacrifice of his own Son on the cross.  This is clear to me.   I just wish the choosing part would become clear.

So this is what I think  –   I do know that the thought of God choosing me before I was born  makes me feel loved by God.  To think that at one time I thought that I chose God makes me presumptuous.  Who am I to tell God anything.  I am just the creature.  He is the Creator of all things.  And I suppose in a very small way I have also chosen God.  The choice I make is to love God every day though obediance and to enjoy all the blessings and promises that he gives to me as his child.

Clay in the Potter’s Hand

So far this weekend has been fantastic. We had our Ladies Day Retreat Friday and today. Our speaker was Gail Matthews and she spoke on “Clay in the Potter’s Hand.” Our Lesson was based on Jeremiah 18:1-6.

Jeremiah 18:1-6
The word that came to Jeremiah from the Lord: “Arise, and go down to the potter’s house, and there I will let you hear my words.” So I went down to the potter’s house, and there he was working at his wheel. And the vessel he was making of clay was spoiled in the potter’s hand, and he reworked it into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to do. Then the word of the Lord came to me: “O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter has done? declares the Lord. Behold, like the clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.”

Our speaker pointed out that as Christians we are the spiritual house of Israel so this metaphor of the potter and the clay apply to us today. Wow!!! To think that God is working in my life as what seems good to Him. You know I like control. Today, I have been reminded that control is something that I really do not have.

Our speaker spoke a acrostic using the word clay.
C – Called
L – Lovely
A – Awakened
Y – Yielded

I think that maybe I was awakened today while listening to our speaker. Galatians 3:20 reminds me that I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. So I am to be Christ-like in my words and deeds! Ouch! I much to reflect upon as I think about my deeds this past week. I do not think some of them were a good reflection of Christ.

I also found the word yielded to be powerful. The clay has to be ready to yield. Am I really willing to yield everything to God? It seems I have much to reflect and pray about this next week.

Labor Day

Here are a few facts about Labor day taken from the U.S. Department of Labor website.

1.Labor Day, the first Monday in September, is a creation of the labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers. It constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of our country.

2. The first Labor Day holiday was celebrated on Tuesday, September 5, 1882, in New York City, in accordance with the plans of the Central Labor Union. The Central Labor Union held its second Labor Day holiday just a year later, on September 5, 1883.

In 1884 the first Monday in September was selected as the holiday, as originally proposed, and the Central Labor Union urged similar organizations in other cities to follow the example of New York and celebrate a “workingmen’s holiday” on that date. The idea spread with the growth of labor organizations, and in 1885 Labor Day was celebrated in many industrial centers of the country.

The morning was spent cleaning out the garage with my husband. The garage is considered his domain so basically I just did what ever he wanted me to do. Then in the afternoon I spent worked cleaning out this really large closet that I call “the dungeon”. To end the day I invited my in-laws and my grown son over for supper. We had a nice evening eating and visiting.

So how did you spend your Labor Day Holiday?

Blogging Newbie

I admit it! I do not know that much about blogging. I mean I know that I type a post and then it is put on the webpage and that people can then read it. In fact, my blog is relatively unknown and I am okay with that. My only reader is my dear sister who I love very much. Now the most interesting thing about blogging is the stastics that you can look at that tell how many people look at your page.

I did it. I posted a viral video on my blog. I am such a newbie that I did not even know what a viral video was until my sister-in-law told me what it meant. At first I thought I was spreading computer viruses all over the computer world. But, then I was told it is just a popular webpage ect. that spreads like a virus.

Well, I was viral. I was excited! I had over 100 looks at my blog. I was on cloud nine until ….anxiety kicked in. What if I had written something that would hurt someone’s feeling?? What if I broke some blogger rule??? I had to take some deep breaths and remember or rediscover the reason I started this blog. I think I started blogging because I love to read blogs, books and just about anything I can get my hands on. Secretly, I like to write but I always worry about what I write about and if it is completely off based. Then I tell myself that it is okay – everyone has an opinion and I can have one too. And of course, the only one who reads me and comments is my sister who loves me. I do not think she would post an unkind comment – or at least I hope she does not.

So once again I am pretty much an unread blog – except when people want to view my viral video.

Amazing Video – Indoor Cycling

A friend of my sent me this You Tube link and I think these sisters are amazing. This video is of the 2009 European Championships Indoorcycling. I know that I would not be able to do that with a bicycle. These sisters must trust each other a lot.

What is the papers responsibility with advertising?

I am upset about an advertisement in the Houston Chronicle that appeared on the last page of the Sunday edition of Lifestyle section of the newspaper. This is my favorite section of the paper. It has the things that appeal to me such as fashion, movie listings, puzzles, Anne Landers and such. I usually save this section for the very last because it is the one I enjoy the most. Now the advertisement that I found so upsetting was a full page advertisement for Sauza Tequila. This page states the following: “This Labor Day weekend, kick back with some ice gold Sauza Margaritas or Shots. Fresh Margaritas? Tequila Shots? Not being at work? There may be a better combination of three things somewhere, but we doubt it? Happy Labor Day.” Way up in the top right hand column were the words DRINK RESPONSIBLY. The pictures and the rest of the advertisement overshadowed these words.

Reading this makes me think that the only way to enjoy the Labor Day holiday is to drink alcohol. And it is a source of irritation to me that this advertisement is acceptable because of these words “drink responsibly”.

I was appalled that this was in a section of the paper that I believe a lot of young people read. I know that it is my daughter’s favorite section.

So I thought I would Google “alcoholism facts”and this is what I discovered. My Google search indicated that there are 1,550,000 sites. So I looked at several and they all basically said the same thing. I decided to list information from the first site that popped up first and it was this site: http://www.medicinenet.com.

In the United States 17.6 million people or 1 in every 12 adults abuse alcohol or are dependent on it. (This sure does sound like a lot of people to me.) Alcohol problems are highest amount 18 – 29 year old and lowest among 65 year old people. People start drinking at an early age 14 or younger. The earliest age I saw was age 12. There is research that indicates that alcoholism may be genetic and does run in families but other factors also contribute such as friends, stress and that it is readily available. (I know that my son received a bottle of whiskey from his friends for his 21st birthday. I also think his friends gave him another bottle of booze for Christmas. Some friends, if you ask me.) By the way, there is no cure for the disease of alcoholism.

It seems irresponsible to me to place this add on the last page of the section of the paper that I feel many young people read. I think that people start drinking at such an early age because this drug is so readily available – just look in the refrigerator and cabinet of most homes. Also, with the economy so bad and people experiencing a lot of stress today may contribute to the possibility of people abusing this drug.

What can I do about this article? Not much since it has already appeared in the paper. But I sure do feel better about writing about it in my blog. What do you think? Do newspapers have some sort of responsibility in what is advertised or is it only about the money?

Dreams

I have been thinking about a conversation I had with my college age daughter this evening.  Now I need to provide a little background information.  Apparently during her senior year in high school we must have had a conversation about following your dreams.  I mentioned that when I was a senior in high school that I wanted to be a marine biologist.  Growing up I can remember watching Jacques Costeau and Mutual of Omaha Wild Kingdom.  I wanted to have a job like that – going to exotic places and studying animals.  Of course, my parents did not like that idea very much. So, I followed their advice and picked a sensible career path. I went to college and earned a business degree in accounting.  I then took the test to become a CPA.  Now, I realize that being an accountant is not very exciting.  And during tax season, it can be very stressful.  During my daughter’s senior year in high school,  we had a conversation about following your dreams.   I wondered out loud what my life would have been like if I had gone against all the advice that I was given during my senior year and studied to become a Marine Biologist.  I do not realize how much to heart she took my words. 

Anyway, my daughter shared her dream with me this summer.  She wants to go to Hollywood or New York to be an actress.  My reaction is WHAT????  That is very hard to do. Deep down I am thinking you are going to college to get a sensible career.  I am sure I used other words that may have been hurtful to her.  Well, this summer she gave me a nickname.  Now, this nickname has become something of a joke between us especially when she mentions something that I think is outlandish – such as becoming an actress.  The nickname is DK – short for Dream Killer.  I know most people would be upset with this nickname but I decided to laugh and I told her that I did hope her dreams would come true but I would want them to be more realistic – like becoming a local TV personality, teacher, lawyer, doctor – or maybe have some kind of career where she did not have to be in Hollywood or New York City.  Those places seem so far away.  I have never been to Hollywood but I have been to New York City and I think New York City is nice to visit but I do not want to live there. 

Now for the reason I am writing about this in my blog.  My daughter wanted to know if she could add another class to her college schedule – voice lessons.  She wanted to do this so she could come closer to fulfilling her dream of becoming an actress.  Now in the course of the conversation she brought up that I did not follow my dreams and become a Marine Biologist.  I laughed!!!  I told her that at the time I was in high school.  Yes, I dreamed about becoming a Marine Biologist but that was a pie in the sky dream.  When I was in college, I followed the advice of my family and took classes in accounting.  Even though I say I hate tax season, I do not hate accounting.  I really just hate the pressure in trying to get what seems like millions of returns done by April 15. 

I can clearly remember being in the car with my mother during the last year of college. My mother asked me about what I saw myself doing with my life.  At this point in my life  I was newly engaged to my husband. My dream changed.  I forgot all about being a Marine Biologist.  I wanted a husband who loved me and who I could have a life with and a family.   I told my mother that I wanted to have a type of career where I could be flexible with my work schedule so I can spend as much time as possible with my family. 

Come to think about it that is exactly what I have done.  All during the time when my children were little I was fortunate to find per diem work so I was able to make arrangements and work from home so that I could watch them grow up.  I finally went back to work part time in an office about three years ago and it has only been this past year during my daughters first year of college that I started working practically full time at the office.  I told my daughter that I have lived my dream.  My dream was to have a family that loves each other though smooth and rough times.  I also told her that if I was a Marine Biologist then her dad might not be her dad and my daughter would most likely not be her.     The feeling I had when I told my daughter that I have lived my dream was amazing.   I fell in love with a man. We had a family together.  We are very  fortunate that our family is still together in this day and age.  And I love my family very much.  I would not trade this for anything in the world.

 During the time after college to this day has not been perfect.  I would even say that sometimes it has seemed like a nightmare.  I think dreams and life are sometimes – messy.  But when you look at the whole picture it is full of  love, struggles, happiness, hardships and many other things.  But what makes it good is being with people who care about you and love you.