Archive for October, 2011

why we like white couches

they turn orange quite nicely.  i just swapped out my pillows and throws for fall.

plus, the more crap you can pile on a white couch the less chance the minions have of getting it dirty.  or finding a place to sit on it at all.  throw pillows are not entirely without their strategy.

on the left is the wooden spool collection.  for baby love.  and on the right is gideon’s record player and my new tea set from brasil.  the record player needs a complete overhaul including a new needle, paint, and speaker panel.  but it’s still pretty sweet.

anyways, happy october.

church, failed attempts at family pictures, and a tirade.

this was indeed as good as it got.  church fared much better.

today the pastor did a sermon on 1 corinthians 11.  the joys of expository preaching, you take what you get and you don’t throw a fit!  so head coverings?  for reals.  awesomeness.  it turned into a great sermon on the glory of submission.  the passage is controversial because we don’t have anything definitive to go by as to what a head covering was.  …who was wearing them when, what they looked like, and more importantly, where we can get one.  but if you skip over that you still get the impression that women in the church were attempting to blur the lines between masculine and feminine.  both women and men were granted prayers and prophesying, but the men had leadership.  so perhaps the dames were thinking if they ditched the ponchos they would be more “equal.”

every man who prays or prophesies with his head covered dishonors his head.  but every woman who prays or prophesies with her head uncovered dishonors her head—it is the same as having her head shaved.

paul wrote them a letter and essentially said, don’t be idiots.  not only are you dishonoring your “heads,” those in authority over you, but you’re also dishonoring yourself.  why?  because our glory is in our submission.  joel compared this passage with the disciples asking jesus to show them the father.  jesus was just a humble man, poor, lowly in birth, and face it, not much to look at.  they wanted to cut to the chase and get the man upstairs.  jesus answered them, “don’t you know?  if you have seen me, you have seen the father.”  if you’re looking for god, don’t look up.  the glory of god is his ability to humble himself, humility to the point of death.  that is what will amaze us through all eternity.  not his “bigness,” but his willingness to make himself small.  and as a church we should be striving to radiate this glory to the world, not to annihilate it.  our god is a god who raises the dead and gives grace to the humble.  and as women, we are in the front lines modeling this grace.

so pushing it a little further, god has placed all things under authority and honoring authority honors god.  and as women we are called to evidence this submission in the way we submit to our husbands.  whatever the head covering was to the corinthians, we can safely say it was two things; public and discriminatory between male and female.  roman garments were more on the “one size fits all” side of things, so it was the veil that set apart the female.  which makes me ask, what is peculiar to the woman today?  not much.  fortunately for the fashion industry, androgyny can sell sex just as well flattering femininity.  it just has to be tight enough.  the opposite team has known for quite some time that beautiful femininity is god honoring.  which is why fashion models looks like concentration camp victims who learned make-up artistry from their stint in the circus.  just google patrick mohr and tell me if you don’t think you’ve died and gone to hell.  as far as i can say, when you wear a dress, when you look like a woman, you’re delivering satan a solid kick in the junk.  i’m not saying you can’t wear jeans and look like a lady.  i’m sure you can.  but as far as i can tell, you’re still riding the fashion industry’s train to who knows where – just a few cars back.  i think, as christian women, it behooves us to ditch public transportation and get a luxury sedan.  i mean, buses have their own potties for heaven’s sake.  we can do better.

now, i don’t mean we ditch the train for the covered wagon.  i’m saying get a jaguar, so don’t cry about it. and this is the main reason i don’t like doily’s or bun jock straps.  (what do they call those anyways?)  submission is not a drudgery, it’s a glory.  and if push came to shove, i’d have to take paris hilton over ugly betty.  even though everywhere betty goes she at least convicts people of one thing, their lack of submission.  their rebellion.  we should do the same thing, but we should do it in such a way that not only convicts them, but makes them jealous.  we have the best thing.  i’m all for having cake and eating it too.  truth and beauty, it’s like pie and ice cream.

so how can i publicly show honor to my husband and drive the world crazy?  i think it’s the glory of the feminine.  true femininity is submissive and it is also beautiful.  as my father has always said, “there is nothing prettier than a girl in a dress.”  you can try and make your distressed denim say you’re a lady, but you’re just competing with the calvin klein billboards that say you’re a slut.  the consistent message of jeans is ease, availability, and androgyny.  now a vintage tea dress.  that’s another story.

it says, “where you all going lemmings?  cuz i ain’t.”  and that’s really all i suggest.  get off the bus with the mobile potty and make a stand.  throw a little meaning into your wardrobe other than, “oh look, this is sparkly!  i think i’ll buy it.”  i’ve been wearing dresses consistently ever since rahab was born.  for me, i can throw on a skirt in the morning, man the dishwasher, home-school, and disinfect – all while looking like a woman.  doing the same thing in pants i look like the maintenance man.  dress up the pants and you just look like beyonce.  i really fail to see the fascination.  some women would rather die than give up their jeans.  and yes, i’ll just come out of the closet now and say i’m a legalist.  only in the sense that i think everything you do should have a reason.  god has crafted the world in such a way that everything has meaning.  i can set my table to the glory of god just as well as you can sing “shine, jesus shine,” to hopefully the same effect.  god is a god of the little things.    god is a god of everything.  so which god is in your closet?

and i suppose i have to say, “wearing jeans is not a sin.”  *yawn*  but i’m not in the market for what is and isn’t a sin or what is or isn’t against the law.  i’m after glory.  i’m playing for keeps.  i’m not holding down the fort, i’m after yours.  “for the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the lord as the waters cover the sea.”  so what is the most effective for radiating the glory of submission in a world that is in rebellion against god and his distinctives?  it’s just a plain and simple dress.  “let not your adornment be merely external—braiding the hair, and wearing gold jewelry, or putting on dresses; but let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the imperishable quality of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is precious in the sight of god.”  we don’t have to knuckle down and choose between goods, we get them all.  next time you go to winco, go in a dress and a right spirit.  adorn yourself, honor your head.  speak softly to your children, have six of them following behind you with their hair combed, and watch the casualties fall.  it’s like waterloo.  i’m telling you, satan cries himself  to sleep on grocery day.  pony up.

i just made me a bumper sticker

seriously, that’s hilarious.  and it’s pink.

jaelly and baby

i’m starting to think that trouble is sporting a new face around here.  and it’s adorable.

jael packed habbie over and stuffed her in the basket of her pram.

and sang her songs.

it’s just so cute.  that or it kind of reminds me of the sith apprentice.  it’s still a hard call at this age.  you never can tell.  sweet sister bonding or the start of a lifelong, ungodly alliance?  will they use their powers for good…or for evil?

which reminds me, i’ve been dying to order this shirt for like 3 years.  unless you think “jael vader” sounds better.  maybe i should just play it safe and get both.

the best part about fall

hot chocolate waiting for daddy when he got home from work.

“don’t you feel special with your new mug i got you?” i asked.  (super fun yard sale find.  it’s even daddy-sized.)  but he only replied, “you mean, don’t i feel gay holding this pink cup?”  hey, that cup is sweet.

bad blogger

what kind of person skips their 4th blogiversary?  oh, that’s right.  someone who doesn’t care.  i think that was back in may.  however, wordpress has gone so far as to inform me that this is my 600th post.  so it’s now or never.  i’m sure it all calls for prizes.

leave a comment and come friday i will buy you this shirt.  well, one of you.  courtesy of the whiles of facebook.  someone just posted an article on fetal homicide laws and i saw it in the sidebar.  see, advertising works.

the only thing that matters is the will of the mother. If the mother wants the child, it is a person. Those who harm it will be persecuted to the fullest extent of the law. If the mother doesn’t want the child, it isn’t a person. It can be torn limb from limb with full legal impunity, no questions asked. The child is exactly the same in both scenarios, it is only the affections of the mother which are changed. Do you see the problem with this? Do you see a problem with basing one person’s right to life on nothing else but the whims of another?

chronicling the evidence

since this is the *first* time my yard has ever been clean.  i’ve been working on it all summer.  when boy took a week off to go to brasil i filled the truck up with scrap and hauled it to his dad’s house.  that and i’ve been ritually sneaking out on wednesdays, in my jammies, and cramming stuff into the trash can for months.  and i did make my sister work like a slave moving lumber, stumps, buckets of composted goat poop, and firewood during her vacation.  i’m not above it.

we even got the patio frame up this last week.  before it was laying on it’s side operating as a giant obstacle course in front of the door.  i removed all the coils of hay string, drying seed pods, the barbed wire collection and the hanging miscellaneous bag of gutter parts off of it.  sanded and painted it.  and then there was the encroaching bucket collection, the rake handle collection, the plastic pot collection, the motor oil collection, the glass collection, the pitch collection….  yes, he even saves pitch.  what i’m really saying is that you have no idea.

none.  of course you really couldn’t see any of this under the giant stack of uncut firewood heaped under the tree.  which you couldn’t really see either, since your eye was immediately captivated by the unearthed oil tank beached in the midst of it.  once that was removed (my 9 year anniversary present) i felt inspired to tackle the rest.  first i tried fire.  (i forgot to mention the 5 foot high brush collection under the firewood collection.)  but the firemen showed up in full heat gear with oxygen tanks in my dining room glaring at me through the french doors.  it’s just the way i was raised.  when you’re done with the couch you haul it in the back and get a match.  sheesh, city folk.

gideon and jehu have become so proficient stacking firewood (i eventually worked the whining out of them) that they are ready to complete this side of the fence this winter.  it will be their stack and they can sell it in the fall.  jehu actually came up to me the other day and said, “i only like stacking firewood, when is daddy going to bring more?”  what a good boy.

and look, flowers even.

that’s the picnic table i painted a long while back.

the rest of the yard is taken up by the soccer field.  gideon stumbles out of bed in the morning, puts on his flip flops and plays soccer without pants.  we’re looking at putting in a putting green for their christmas present next.  so they can golf in the buff.

and if you don’t believe me, here is a before picture.  but that was only a month after we moved in so we were just getting started when it came to looking trashy.

and doing a mighty fine job of it if you ask me.


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