Thinkin' Out Loud

tgiving 2010

2010-11-26T19:58:00.001-06:00

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In the Morning I Will Seek You...

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Early I will seek you...from the dawn hours I will get closer to You...my soul is thirsty and longing for You...to see Your glory...and Your power!

Over the past several weeks, I have practiced and sung the song "Temprano Yo Te Buscare" by Marcos Witt repeatedly. (The first few lines translated above.) How many times in my life has God shown me His power! I cannot even count the many moments where indecision and doubt plagued me as I sought my own way rather than His; yet, He has continued to show His faithfulness when my own has wavered. As recently as two weeks ago I wondered how God would provide for a need we had--or worried, perhaps is a better word. Seemingly out of the blue, a sister at church approached my husband after the morning service and handed him an envelope saying, "I have had this for weeks. This is something I need to give to you because God has impressed it upon me to do so." When my husband opened the envelope later in our kitchen over some coffee and bread, the tears began as I realized my sinfulness. The gift she gave to us was exactly what we needed. Oh, why did I worry?

I do not ever want my thirst to be satiated by anything other than the Living Water offered so freely by Christ! Nor do I wish to lose the longing that I have to see His glory...to see His power. I have come to realize that He shows His power in such amazingly simple ways at times. Today the cold rain reminded me of how fortunate I am to have a washer and dryer! And, then, at other times He leaves me silent in awe of His tremendous unsurpassed power. I have a daughter! Every day as I watch her play and grow I am reminded that medically the odds were against me--but God displayed His power.

The song ends saying, "You have sustained me by Your right hand." Praise Him for that truth! Where will He lead me from here? I don't know. Right now we're not where I thought we would be as a family. In fact, I had it it all planned out in my mind. "We're missionaries...my husband isn't called to be a Pastor!" Yet, God's right hand is sustaining us in this new task He has given us, as He always has and always will. His glory...His power...that's all I wish to see. My dear friend saw her sister-in-law go home to the Lord this week. Our time here in this world is temporal. Early I will seek Him...in the dawn hours I will get closer to Him. I don't want to miss out on a single ounce of His glory and power; I want only Him.

All Things Are Possible

2010-01-19T13:46:00.004-06:00

Perhaps it's time for me to start blogging again, now that my little silly goose takes long naps. Or, perhaps that time will be spent on other things. I still do not know, but here I am.

I don't think anyone really checks this blog anymore since I have long lost the passion (or the moments of quiet thought?) to update, but in case anyone does, now you know that I do still exist! You know, I'm not looking for any blog awards, or any huge following. Just thinking out loud when I get a chance. We'll see where it goes...

My sister is in Kenya. When she gets the chance to update her blog is at: www.lilnel.blogspot.com
She's simply wonderful and I hope you'll get a chance to check out her page.

That's all for now, folks!

El-roi...Jehovah raffa...Emmanuel

2008-12-18T11:17:00.003-06:00

Once the most holy Child of salvation; Gently and lowly lived below; Now as our glorious Mighty Redeemer, see Him victorious o'er each foe.

A friend reminded me a few weeks ago about the very real truth for Christians. When we celebrate the birth of Christ, we must also celebrate His death. Our Mighty Redeemer, who lived among men, came with a plan to fulfill. I still cannot fully comprehend why that plan included me, yet the Child of salvation looked upon all of us with such love and compassion that He obeyed His father and offered redemption to this wandering soul.

I have always enjoyed the hymn "Child in a Manger." I rarely heard it sung at church, but I often played it at home. This morning, after I rocked my sweet Elizabeth to sleep, I sat down and played the hymn on the piano, taking in the words anew. The recording I have here has a few differences, but in the hymn book the words are as follows:

Child in a manger, infant of Mary; Outcast and stranger, Lord of all.
Child who inherits, all our transgressions, all our demerits on Him fall.

Once the most holy Child of salvation; Gently and lowly lived below; Now as our glorious Mighty Redeemer, see Him victorious o'er each foe.

Prophets foretold Him, infant of wonder; Angels behold Him on His throne. Worthy our Savior of all our praises, happy forever are His own.

I've been thinking about Mary a lot this week. As a new mother, I find myself wondering how she felt, knowing that she had been chosen to carry the Savior of the world? She surely felt the same kinds of feelings I felt as I awaited my child's birth, but oh, what her obedience meant! Her child, her precious firstborn, would not truly be her own, but would offer His life--His body as a living sacrifice--for all, including her! Her own child, victorious in His death. Surely she experienced the same joy of the Salvation He offered, yet in a way unknown to the rest of us. I am in awe of her obedience, and grateful for the obedience of her son.

El-roi: the Strong One who sees

Jehovah raffa: He is our Healer

Emmanuel: God with us

Our glorious, Mighty Redeemer is victorious over each foe! No other Christmas hymn touches me like this one! This year God has shown so many sides of His being. El-roi, the one who sees never took His eyes off of me. Angel and I married in 2005. Having married later in life, we immediately began to pray for children. A year passed. Two years passed. Many health problems surfaced and the hope started to fade. Oh, we prayed. Each time the test produced a negative, my anguish grew deeper. Why, Lord? Have you forgotten me? What about Hannah? I have prayed as she prayed, and you gave Samuel to her! He saw my tears. I faltered, but He kept His focus on me.

Jehovah raffa, He is our Healer. Christmas will always remind me of God's healing hand. At this time last year, we were traveling to my parents house in Virginia. During that journey, I tearfully accepted the fact that I probably would never be pregnant. He healed those emotional wounds that ran deep! Glory to God in the Highest--He healed my physical wounds, as well! December 31 brought the amazing news that all along, as I surrended to Him that desire to physically have a child, my little gift was already there! Jehovah raffa...how He healed me!

Emmanuel, God with us. Prophets foretold Him, infant of wonder; Angels behold Him on His throne. This Christmas I celebrate in a new way. So deeply aware of His marvelous birth, and so profoundly touched by His unselfish death. So amazingly indebted to His miraculous life!

Fit for A King?

2008-12-05T13:53:00.007-06:00

As I began rereading the book of Esther this week, the opening verses struck me in a new way. Since I have contemplated barns and barn smells throughout the week, reading about King Ahasuerus' festive banquet prompted me to think about how Christ could have come. Chapter 1 verse 6 reads:

There were white cotton curtains and blue hangings caught up with cords of fine marble pillars, and also couches of gold and silver on a mosaic pavement of porphyry, marble, mother of pearl and precious stones.

A banquet set up fit for a king! I have never attended such a grand and festive banquet. Wow! I really have a hard time getting past the image painted in that verse. It almost puts me in a dreamy mood. There I am in a fancy dress with my hair just so as I sip some coffee in what surely must be an elegant china cup, all while enjoying a gorgeous silver couch as my heels rest on precious stones. All of this to celebrate the king!

But, oh, my meditations bring me back to another King. THE KING. The birth of the long awaited Messiah did not assume such beauty, not to the naked eye, anyway. Look closer, though.

The stable. Perfectly prepared. Mary probably didn't expect to bring her son into the world in a place that smelled like dirt, manure, animals and hay. Yet, there is something quite comforting about a warm, cozy barn. Among the first visitors to see the newborn baby were shepherds. Would they have dared enter the banquet described above? Would I? Imagine, a King who could have chosen where He wanted to be born humbling Himself and entering the world in an environment that welcomed unclean outcasts. How beautiful!

The manger. Animals dropped their tired heads and slurped away at the precious liquid found there. I imagine some weary shepherds here and there stooped to the animals' level and splashed some cool refreshing water on their weathered faces. A King set in a rough box meant to hold murky water? Ah, the beauty of the contradiction. This baby, lying in a manger was himself the only true keeper of Living Water. Offered to me not in a fragile china coffee cup, but in a humble, approachable vessel. The dirty, the exhausted, the ones who simply had no where else to go could approach this vessel and refresh themselves. Who was I when I approached the King, but one of those same dirty, exhausted beings? Precious water!

King Ahasuerus' banquet or a lowly stable filled with hay? I choose the stable...fit for a King.

Sweet Moment

2008-12-03T15:48:00.002-06:00

I am typing an entry on my blog! For those seasoned moms out there who have gone through this all before, nothing I write will thrill you. For me, however, this moment is amazing! I thought that my little sweet Elizabeth was awfully quiet, and there she was fast asleep on the blanket I had spread out for her on the floor. Mind you, babies do this all the time, but for my baby this was the first time she just zonked out all on her own while playing with her socks. What a sweet moment.

Why blog about that? I simply don't want to forget how sweet she looked lying on her side fast asleep. :)

I will hopefully blog about once a week as I attempt to join in on Erin's invitation to SoulPerSuit. I need a creative outlet!

A Cheerful Heart...

2008-07-17T13:45:00.003-05:00

is like good medicine, but a broken spirit dries up the bones. (Proverbs 17:22).

I think the first time I really took that verse to heart was in 2004 when I had surgery. I remember my friend, Anne, sharing it with me on the morning we went to the hospital. My dear friend has much more experience with hospitals than I do, and while she has had moments of much pain and sometimes discouragement, her countenance has always reflected her cheerful heart. Her wisdom in sharing that verse with me certainly helped me through my surgery and the recovery process. I must be the most squeamish person I know, but that verse kept me strong!

Now, I am preparing to give birth. Yes, we're near the home stretch here. I have some idea of what to expect, but, obviously, I've never done this before! So, the anticipation is great and the excitement has begun to brew...but some of those fears have begun to crop up as well. Will I really be able to do it? (I think I have to be able to do it!) Can I really make it without any intervention? What if I faint? (Remember, I'm squeamish!) Oh...there are many questions. Over the past few days, however, I keep remembering, "A cheerful heart is like good medicine..." So, I'm trying to remain cheerful and think about the outcome. Another verse has become a keeper during this time, as well. I have been memorizing this:

A woman giving birth to a child has pain because her time has come; but when her baby is born she forgets the anguish because of her joy that a child is born into the world.
John 16:21

I keep telling my husband that I'm going to repeat that verse over and over...and over! I know that whatever happens, God will sustain me with His mighty strength. Until then, I'm going to do all that I can to keep my heart cheerful.

Dusting off my thoughts a bit...

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Yes, it has been quite a long while since I have written anything here. I'm making an attempt to come back...there's so much to tell and so much to share! Plus, sometimes I just have these thoughts that really just need expressing and there's nowhere else to express them!

We'll see how I do.

The other pages that are linked to me need some updating, too. We'll get there...slowly...but surely.

Wanting...

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to rest.

Sit still seek solace

in Him.

Pray powerfully, pleasingly, pleading

to Him.

Rest.

Solace.

Power.

Him.

The Details

2007-07-10T17:59:00.000-05:00

No, this will not turn into a philosophical discussion. I haven't the time nor the desire to go in that direction at present. I simply started to think about where the Lord has led me over the course of life and I realize that He has given me such wonderful adventures and incredible experiences that any ounce of complaining just seems rather disrespectful and quite misplaced.

The first time I really paid attention to Jeremiah 1:5 was when a dear friend put it in a college graduation note to me. So many seemingly minute details of life all come together when I stop and map out the journey on which God has taken me. The verse reads like this:

"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations."

I'm quite certain my friend did not know that I would become a missionary. (I think I had only a hint at that point in life!) I'm sure that I didn't understand the enormity of the fact that God knew me before I even entered my mother's womb. Wow. I guess I still can't quite grasp that completely--how an eternal, all-powerful God would choose me that way. Thank you, Jesus!

When I start looking back, though, it gets a little clearer and it becomes a bit more tangible. Consider this...

October 1970: Born into an Air Force family. By the time I was 8 years old, I had lived in 6 different houses in 5 different states. Putting down roots was not something I had instilled in me. What an excellent preparation for living a missionary life!

Somewhere in the 70's: My big sisters started taking Spanish and I fell in love with the language! Sure, all I could say was "Ay de mi! Mi pierna esta rota!" (Oh my! My leg is broken!) Later I would understand that one would say "quebrada" instead of "rota," but I was hooked! By the time I started taking Spanish in 9th grade I had a passion for the language and Latin American culture.

November 1980: I began a love relationship with Christ.

Somewhere in the 80's and through most of them: I consistently struck out with the guys. No boyfriend in there for me. No, I was always the "smart girl" the "you're-a-sweet-girl-and-very-nice-I-hope-we-have-some-classes-together-next-year girl." I didn't go to the Senior Prom. I don't think I walked away scarred, but I did not learn (yet) to let my Lord fill that void. I just left it empty.

August 1989: I became an (official) Hokie! The Orange and Maroon blood started pumping in 1980, but that's another story. Anyway, I kept up with Spanish although I was an English major. I also began to enjoy Sociology and started working towards a minor.

The early 90's: Christ, who I had asked to sit in the back seat, finally said, "Move over girl, I'm driving. You're just not staying in the right lane here!" Thankfully, I joyfully handed over the wheel. My life renewed, my soul refreshed I started to travel with Him again. (The void finally filled...I no longer focused my attention on wanting a boyfriend.)

I also went to Mexico for the first time. Then the second time. (I was on my way to Moldova...I was signed up and ready to go but God just kept saying, "No, go here instead." I had to obey.)

I also graduated without a solid plan and no real prospects. It didn't make sense to me then, but it does now!

Grad school--and then on to post-Tech life.

Mid 90's to 1999: Summer camp--8 weeks each summer for 5 years. Seven of those weeks I had the wonderful opportunity to meet 2 new pairs of missionaries each week. I asked questions, I soaked in answers, and I started to say, "Yes, Lord, I'll go."

1999: I took the Spanish I had learned--which was always specifically more Mexican than Latin American or Spain Spanish--and headed off to Mexico.

There are many details in there that I have left out, but how amazing is it that God knew before I was formed in the womb that the moving around as a child would prepare me for moving all around as an adult? I have officially changed addresses 17 times since 1989. Sometimes it was in the same town or city, but I have definitely not put down roots!

Learning Spanish and loving it? I actually love this story. I mentioned how I grew to love it at an early age, but this is so cool. A few years ago I was rummaging through some old boxes at my parents' house and I found a project I had done in elementary school at church. I was in a GA (Girls in Action) missionary study group, and of all the papers I chose to store away, I found a storyboard biography of one of the missionary couples I would later meet as an adult while I worked at camp. They served in Latin America. AND, I found a song we had translated from English to Spanish--one of the first songs I learned on my first trip to Mexico. God's details amaze me.

I met Angel. This post isn't about how we met, but let me tell you that the finely orchestrated plan of God brought us together on a prayer walk in Ojo de Agua, Mexico.

Now we're here and I know He's still planning. I know that there are more details we've overlooked that will surface when He starts moving us on. When we're ready for what will be my address number 18, all of those nitty-gritty bits and pieces will make sense and we'll glorify Him.

How has He worked in your life? Have you stopped to look at all the little details? If not, take some time and look back--you might be amazed!

EN VIVO!

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Yes, live from the world of preparing for visitors and then hosting them for a week! Live from the nutty weeks a Bible School director experiences before Bible School! Live from the actual Bible School...and the week of visiting, etc. Live in blog-son...it's me...Greta!

Yes, I have resurfaced. I have retaken the blog baton and I'm going to try to run with it! Now, I'd like to finish the marathon, but this week I'm shooting for my leg of it. A blog entry. One single blog entry has graced my blog!

I'm as shocked as the few people who actually come on over here and take a look at it! :) Shall I try once again to enter the blog world? It's a slow road, folks, but I think I'll start to walk it.

Live...from Brenham, Texas, let the blog begin.

"Four" the Life of Me...

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I thought I'd add my own title...Erin tagged me, and I decided to get on board! So...here are my fours:

Four jobs I've had: book-binder, Shultz dining hall dishwasher and trash picker, Subway sandwich artist (I just made a great sub for my hub today!), assistant camp director ...and many more, but there's only room for four!

Four places I have lived: Dinwiddie, VA; Shanks Dorm at Virginia Tech; Mexico City; Honolulu, Hawaii

Four movies I watch over and over: Hmm...the ones I would watch...since our DVDs are in a trunk somewhere in Houston and we don't have a DVD player yet: Sense and Sensibility, Shenandoah, It's A Wonderful Life, Pride and Prejudice (There's a Jane Austen and Jimmy Stewart theme going on there!)

Four favorite foods: Mom's Pennsylvania Dutch "Pot-Pie," Good Virginia Barbecue, watermelon, lasagna

Four favorite TV shows: reruns of Little House on the Prairie, Jeopardy, Virginia Tech football (which isn't really a show...but...well...um...), news on TV Azteca since we can see news about Mexico City.
Sometimes I wish we were like the Teskes w/ no TV, but I won't nag! :)

Four places I'd rather be right now: Dinwiddie, VA; Oaxaca, Mexico; any decent, clean, pool; on the beach across the street from a decent, clean, pool!

Four things I wonder about: Will I ever be a mom?
Where will God send my husband and me next?
Do the people from high school and college that I randomly think about spontaneously think of me, too?
Will I ever truly grasp the immensity of what Christ did for me or am I just too human to ever really understand the depth of His love?

Four People I tag to complete this: Brandy (because she likes easy blog posts) , Joel (because he doesn't post much) and...well...anyone else out there? I've always been a loner! Ha!

quote from a wise woman...

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"By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class."

Ann Morrow Lindbergh

(I don't want to change jobs, however!)

Ch...ch...ch...changes!

2007-04-29T14:52:00.000-05:00

Yeah, there's still some Bowie from my past lingering in the songs that play in my mind.

I needed a change. A new look. I had a look with some colors I really liked--all decked out in Orange and Maroon, but the template didn't have compartments. I need compartments. So, I went with this one.

Sure, the colors are a bit off, but I've never been the conformist--except with my compartments. I could write a whole post on compartments. See, I like my things to be in their little places, all bounded by boxes and boundaries. My philosophy on life, however, does not always fit so neatly into prescribed places. Not quite a "free thinker," because I do believe in absolute realities, yet not bound by tradition.

So, perhaps we'll delve into that at a later date. For now, enjoy the new look--until I change it again--and check out the guapito over there on the side.

Tears and Sunshine

2007-04-22T16:47:00.000-05:00

We had a beautifully sun-shiny day yesterday here in Texas. All week long I have walked around in a daze, not quite fully grasping the immensity of the attack at VT. Usually an emotional watershed during Hallmark commercials, I couldn't seem to cry this week. I suppose that my heart wrestled a little with the normal shock of such a tragedy and the brokeness of not being able to personally minister to those involved. God's words gently reminded me throughout this week, though, that He will be glorified in all things. John 11:4 says this:

When he heard this, Jesus said, "This sickness will not end in death. No, it is for God's glory so that God's Son may be glorified through it."

Mary and Martha sought out Jesus because their brother, Jesus' beloved friend Lazarus, was ill. Jesus' response? "This sickness will glorify me!" As I have read more about what has happened within the Campus Crusade for Christ Ministry, I have begun to realize an important truth. While the majority involved with the ministry might not be suffering a physical illness, this week's tragedy certainly touches them in a personal way. They lost brothers and sisters--present and future leaders in the ministry. But God will be glorified! No, this sickness--this appalling attack on God's creation--will not end in death. Dear sweet Molly, who I do not know personally, glorified Christ on national television! Several of the murdered students left behind incredible testimonies of Christ's presence in their lives! And, since the incident, at least 40 students have come to know Christ! No, this sickness will not end in death. This is for God's glory so that JESUS may be glorified through it!

I still believe that God has mighty plans for VT and for the ministries there. Please pray fervently that we will see a campus led revival that we have not seen in decades break out on this campus. Jesus Christ will be glorified!

I finally cried today. I sang a "special" at church this morning, something I haven't done in (literally) years. At the end, I started a prayer..."Lord, you are the only one..." and that's as far as I got. The tears finally broke through, and as the Praise Team started singing without me and while I struggled, Jesus calmed my soul. I joined in just as we hit the chorus:

"One day every tongue will confess You are God; One day every knee will bow. Still, the greatest treasure remains for those, Who glady choose You now."

I started picturing those sweet brothers and sisters in Christ, celebrating together before the throne of God joyfully unharmed and enjoying His presence. God is being glorified and He will continue to do so.

There is sunshine in my soul today...

Praying for Molly

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Please read the previous post and pray for VT.

I also would like to share these links with you. Why? Because this young woman needs our prayers. Because God will be glorified through her witness. Because she is a sister in Christ.

Learn more about Molly:

MOLLY'S STORY and THE ABC INTERVIEW WITH MOLLY

Please share her story with others so they will also pray for this precious child. Praise the Lord that she has His strength!

Praying for Virginia Tech

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I visited Erin's site today and thought ya'll might like to read what she had there. We both know folks who serve on the staff of Campus Crusade for Christ there at Tech--some were staff when we were students and some were fellow students. I can't imagine how they must feel right now, but I am so thankful that they have a loving, caring God who will give them the strength they need to get through these tough days and minister to the students who will have so many questions.

May God be glorified! Here's the stuff from Erin below:

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Here is an excerpt of an E-mail sent out by one of the CCC staff at VT. It helps to put reality to the situation. These were real people. They were students, friends, roommates, boyfriends, girlfriends, sister and brothers, sons and daughters. They are mourned and missed.

Thanks again for all of you who continue to pray for us and comfort us with your kind e-mails and phone calls. Today hasn't really been much better than yesterday, if any better. While yesterday shocked us immensely, today we have come to find that the people we were praying for yesterday have, in fact, gone to be with the Lord. Mary Read and Lauren McCain have been confirmed dead today. They were both freshmen women who were heavily involved in the movement. Mary was signed up to lead a Bible study next year. Lauren has faithfully served the Bridges International ministry that I lead all this year. I knew her pretty well and recall her passion for the Lord through prayer. She had such joy when she would praise the Lord in prayer times. She had a heart to see people from around the world come to know Christ. While we mourn the losses, we're comforted that both of these women are worshiping the Lord in His presence at this very moment.

We also learned today that another student involved in our ministry, Jarrett Lane , was also murdered yesterday. We had not met Jarrett, but he regularly attended our meetings and even went on our Fall Retreat conference in October.

Pray for a couple students who witnessed the events yesterday. Molly is a freshman girl who is involved in our ministry who was the first person to discover the bodies in the residence hall yesterday morning. She obviously knew both people well since they were both on her hall. I'm sure her dorm will never feel like home again.

Clay is a Senior who has been involved in our ministry for several years. He was in one of the classrooms that the gunman came into and he was the only person in his class of about 20 people who left the classroom unharmed. While he wasn't physically harmed, he is in severe shock. Please pray that the Lord will be giving both of them comfort as they deal with this tragedy. I can't even begin to imagine what they are going through.

We continue to ask you to pray for us as we cope with the loss in our own lives and pray that the Lord would give us supernatural wisdom in how to best minister to students as they mourn the loss of friends. Also be praying for the students who have lost friends as well as parents and family members who have lost loved ones in this tragedy. Many people are dealing with the shock and loss of friends, classmates, and family members. Jesus said, "Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted." Please pray that the Lord would truly bless and comfort those who are mourning tonight. Lauren has a brother who was involved in our ministry a few years ago, Joel. He has been teaching English in Japan for the past year and I'm sure is on his way home now. Thanks for all your prayers!

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This is Greta speaking:

So much has been on the news that I barely even turn it on anymore. Everyone wants to politicize, sensationalize, and criticize. In only a few days, the tone has turned from one of sorrow and sympathy to a debate on why it happened and who should or shouldn't have spoken at the Convocation.

My dear friends, let's not lose sight of the words mentioned above:

Many people are dealing with the shock and loss of friends, classmates, and family members.

Being a VT alumnus, I felt the impact quite strongly, but even still I did not personally know the ones who died, or the ones who were injured. Instead of flipping on the tube to sit enthralled by the latest horror of it all, join me in sitting still before the Lord and mentioning these folks in your prayers.

And, along with Erin (from whom I stole the post) join me in wearing Orange and Maroon tomorrow to remind the world to pray.

Hokie Hokie Hokie Hi...

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Even though I last set foot on campus about 5 or 6 years ago, there's something unnerving about seeing your Alma Mater on a newspage with the headline: "Worst Mass Shooting in U.S. History."

Pray for the families...the friends...and all involved with the university.

Go Hokies!

Not the Ephesians Passage Again!

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Wives, submit to your husbands as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything.

Almost 50 years of hard core feminism have whacked bruises and scars on lovely women of God. Although the first punch happened at the dawning of time when our fore"mother" Eve decided to make a decision on her own, the slippery shiny snake has duped us as well. Why do some steps of obedience seem to be wider than others? "Don't grow weary of doing good," Paul writes in Galatians. So I bake cookies for the new neighbors, sit with my friend's 41/2 month old for a few hours, and help a confused 6th grader with a grammar problem. Then my husband asks me to pick up the books I have left all over the house and sometimes my eyes roll a little and the sarcastic mark I long to make whirls around in my head. Then my Jesus reminds me, "Submit to me, my daughter." Our home is much more joyful when I obey Him.

Society has done all it can to teach me that submission means weakness, but I know that to be a lie. The verse in red above reminds me that I am to submit to my husband as I submit to Christ. How does that look in a world where real women get their own way? Submit? Give up my rights?

What?!?!

I have learned much in my barely 2 years of marriage. I can't complain about not getting married until I was 35 years old. God used those glorious, painful years to teach me much about Himself. One pastor tells of his daughter asking him how she would know that she was ready to begin thinking of marriage. He told her, "When you know you are ready to submit to your husband as unto the Lord, then you are ready." Perhaps that's why I had to wait longer than others. See, I received a rather liberal degree from a moderately conservative school. As an English major, I sat under women professors who had about, oh, a 0% chance of understanding biblical submission. They taught me that to be woman was to be independent. One of my departments heroines said this:

"In my heart, I think a woman has two choices: Either she's a feminist or a masochist." (Gloria Steinem)

How sad for her!

Some women would cringe, but I usually ask my husbands opinion on just about everything. I rarely make a commitment without passing it by him. I often defer questions about our family to him. And, yes, if he tells me not to do something--or to do something--I generally comply. No, neither one of us completely obeys God's word 100% of the time. The joy and love we share, however, grows each day as we seek ways to take the Bible seriously in all aspects of life, and especially concerning our marriage. I see so many women with sad, and often bitter, looks on their faces when they begin to talk about their husband. I witness tears fall when I share how lovingly my husband attends to me. Woman of God, be strong--in the Lord. Love your husband, serve him, respect him! The world has had enough feminism. Without even raising our voices others will see what true submission looks like as we practice in our hearts and in our homes, and I guarantee you that other women will want what you have.

I'm tired of seeing husbands portrayed as wimpy, spineless fools and weary of women who are characterized as the only intelligent creature out there. I love my husband!

Do you love yours? Obey God's word and let him know today.

Poetry and Such

2007-03-29T17:59:00.000-06:00

Erin's post on poetry brought me back to my years as an English major at Virginia Tech. I remember a few times I held my dear dormmates captive as I, dressed in black, read them poetry. I also recall the sheer pleasure of reading poetry, writing about it, writing it, discussing it, and getting credits for it. No wonder so many of my college days seemed so carefree! I played "granola" for a few years and they gave me a degree! I had e.e. cummings' words gracing my closet doors, Walt Whitman quotes on the wall, and even a postcard of William Butler Yeats on my desk. (My sister, Johanna, recalls "Sailing to Byzantium," I'm sure.)

Thank you, Erin, for reviving my roots! Somehow over the years the poetry has subsided in my life. The pen I once revered became a utilitarian tool and lost its beauty. The pages that once boldy bared my inner self have recently become rather blank. Perhaps I shall gloss the pages with ink once more. Yes, maybe I will find the poet I left behind in the stairwells of Shanks Hall.
Maybe. Perhaps.

I'll end this with a William Carlos Williams poem. Perhaps I'll get my wheelbarrow going soon...

The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.

The Texas State Flower

2007-03-22T13:10:00.000-06:00

We have enjoyed the beginning of bluebonnet season here in Brenham. Here's a picture from Independence, TX, the original home to both Baylor University and the University of Mary Hardin Baylor.

To Boycott or Not to Boycott? That is the question!

2007-02-23T10:56:00.000-06:00

Hello folks.

I remember when I was younger and the SBC (Southern Baptist Convention) called for a boycott on Disney. I don't recall boycotting Disney movies, but then again, I did not even know why they suggested a boycott.

I do know that as I grew, I made a decision in my own life about boycotts. Large, organization-wide boycotts do not attract my attention. Every so often, I get an e-mail or a phone call from a friend telling me to stop buying a certain product, or to stop shopping at a specific store. I have learned that I have to decide for myself and not simply stop doing something because someone else passes on some information to me. Believe it or not, I personally boycotted Oprah Winfey for about 15 years because of a statement she made on her show that I deemed rather insulting to my Christian beliefs. You see, I found it offensive and I prayed about it. I honestly can say that God convicted me about becoming aloof to offenses against His holiness and allowing them to enter my life.

A few years ago, I stopped using a certain product because I learned that the parent company of the product actively supports the homosexual agenda in this country and others. I simply do not want to invest in their company, knowing that the money I spend comes from God and He expects me to manage it well. Yes, I know it's impossible to know where every penny goes when I buy something, but I want to make the effort to avoid supporting causes I don't believe in with my purchases.

That being said, I want you to have an opportunity to make your own decision. I recently did some research about phone companies because I am thinking about changing mine. Upon doing that research, I discovered a group called GLADD-"Gay & Lesbian Definance Against Defamation." They have several corporate supporters, and simply to inform my fellow bloggers, here are a few of those:

Allstate Insurance Company, American Airlines, Anheuser-Busch, Inc., Bud Light, Coors Brewing Company, Harrah's Foundation, Hilton Hotels Corporation, Lehman Brothers, Motorola, Starbucks Coffee Company and Time Warner

I already have the Anheuser-Busch, Bud Light and Coors covered, but now I have to do some thinking about the others.

Please pray and seek God's face as you make your purchases! I know the task is a huge one, but each little penny I refuse to give to an agenda I don't support is one penny less.

Thanks for letting me share!

Love One Another

2007-02-13T14:23:00.000-06:00

Jesus left us with two commands. One command tells us to go into all the world, making disciples of all people and teaching them to obey all that He taught us while also baptizing them in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. The other command comes two-fold: Love God with all that you are and love people as you love yourself.

I often hear fellow Christ followers lamenting that "it's just soooo hard to love others!" I have to admit, I don't understand that line of thinking. Yes, there are moments when I conveniently "forget" the command and with all my selfishness begin to love...me! But, the more I grow closer to Christ, the more His unselfishness towards me glares from the cross. You see, I find that when I put His words into practice, the loving others part really isn't so hard. The part that is sometimes difficult is dying to myself and allowing Him to have all of me. I remember singing "You are My King" one time in a seminary class. The professor--who always started class with prayer and a time of singing worship songs--stopped us at the end of the song. He stopped to pray the following (and I paraphrase), "The last line says "In all I do, I honor You." Then he continued, "Oh, Lord, I'm a liar! How can I sing to you those words without pausing to reflect on the fact that I don't honor you with all that I do? Forgive me, Lord!" And, then he encouraged us to sing, "In all I do, may I honor You."

Was he shirking responsibility by sticking that one word in? Was it a response of "I'll try, but I can't guarantee," knowing full well that he wouldn't pull through in the honoring God part? No, I believe he just gave us a simple reminder that while we wish to honor God in all we do, we sometimes fall short. Like loving one another.

I fell short yesterday after a long day of organizing our home and washing several loads of laundry. At about 9:30 pm Angel asked me to make him something to eat. I grumbled. I complained. I gave him the Nelson look. (For those of you that don't know that look, it's that kind of "you've-got-to-be-kidding-no-way-I'm-doing-that" kind of looks.) Then that still quiet voice reminded me that I had just taught some children on Sunday night about loving one another. I made a few burritos and I asked him to forgive me. I went to bed much happier than I would have otherwise.

We all fall short. It sounds so cliche, but pray about how you can keep from falling short of loving one another. Help someone with a task unexpectedly. Wake up earlier than your spouse or roomate or friend and do something surprising for them that will make their day easier. Share a word of Scripture with someone who needs it, whether you know the person or not. Smile. Tomorrow, when the world celebrates "love" with cards, flowers, and chocolate, why not celebrate it with true love? (Then have a little chocolate on the side!)

We love because he first loved us. If anyone says, "I love God," yet hates his brother, he is a liar. For anyone who does not love his brother, whom he has seen, cannot love God, whom he has not seen. And he has given us this command: Whoever loves God must also love his brother.
1 John 4:19-20

Stranger in a strange Land...

2007-01-29T20:31:00.000-06:00

I live in the United States!

Near the end of December, my husband and I boarded a plane and walked together through the "US citizens and Permanent Residents" line at the airport. We shared a giddy moment as we experienced God's awesomeness after Angel received the official welcome from the Homeland Security office. Then, we picked up our suitcases and exited the sliding doors. The "surrealness" of the entire trip will be always imprinted on my mind. After a year and a half of praying and waiting, we made it to the place God had affirmed to us as our next place of ministry.

We have so much to learn and so much to explore. Before we left Mexico, so many people lovingly said to me, "You must be so happy to be going 'home.'" Huh? Texas? Home? First of all, I grew up in Virginia. As far as the states go, I bleed east coast.

The question stung a little deeper, though, than the fact that I all I knew previously of Texas was Dallas, Houston, and a small border town. It stung deeper that some of the people I had known for two years didn't realize that I was home in Mexico. I spent nearly seven years immersing myself in a culture unlike the one I knew from childhood to early adulthood. I speak the language, I eat the food, and I walk the pace.

Now I have to readjust.

I adore Brenham! The small, historic town truly captured me from the first few days we lived here. I enjoy browsing the cool antique shops housed in amazing buildings as antique as the wares. The historic culture of Texas simply stares me largely in the face awaiting my embrace.

And so I have this strange mix of excitement and uncertainty. I speak Spanish with our church--what should I say in the supermarket? The kid at the cash box looks at me funny when I say things like "cash box" instead of "register." The woman at the DMV makes me feel almost criminal because my marriage license has a Mexican judge's signature and is in Spanish. The fellow Christians at the local "English" church don't quite know how to respond when I say my last name as it sounds in Spanish. I frustrate myself when I can't get English out of my mouth the way it should come out, or forget a word in Spanish here and there. WHO AM I?

I miss the weekly market. I long for the corner store where I can buy a kilo of eggs in a pinch. I want to pet my dogs who stayed behind with a loving family.

But I'm here now. And I will grow. God has great things in store, for if not, I don't believe He would have moved us here. I like Brenham. I think I'll learn to love it. And the day will come when my husband and I will most likely move on again to another strange land, and God will remind me that He is in control. And one day He'll bring me home to Him where I will no longer be a stranger in a strange land.

Yes, it's true--I'M BACK!

2007-01-23T19:37:00.000-06:00

Yes, it's true--I'M BACK!
HIJOLE! (Mexican: expression: "Wow!" "No way!")

For the few of you who still check this page, you must be wondering if I have been kidnapped in one of the many famous kidnappings for money in Mexico City. Well, no. Thankfully, no.

Angel and I simply have had a whirlwind of a month! Where do I begin? (I'll start at the very beginning--it's a very fine place to start!) Kudos if you know from where I took that line!

Remember my very last post? If you don't, you can click on it over there on the archived posts. We had a wonderful Thanksgiving with friends. Part of our "thanksgiving" revolved around the fact that the Lord had finally conceded our request for an interview for Angel's permanent residency. So...we wanted to rejoice with our friends and also begin to say goodbye.

Then, we began the marathon!

A week in the state of Guanajuato, partly with family partly with friends.

A week in Ciudad Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico for the interview and all that goes with it.

A week in Ojo de Agua, Mexico selling all that was left and getting ready to go!

January 22, 2006: We boarded a plane with 2 suitcases each--nothing but our clothes and a few books--and landed in Houston, TX. After spending a few days in our new apartment and then a week with the Nelson family, we finally started to settle in to Brenham, TX, our new home!

So...as I write, I'm finally beginning to feel the calm! Erin...Brandy...I don't know if anyone else reads this, but you, too--I'm back!

I'll get deeper as the days go by--I have a lot whirling around in my head. Wow, what a move we've made!

Invite others to drop by here as I think out loud, 'cause I think I'll be doing that a lot in the next few weeks!

See ya'll!

A Two-Turkey Thanksgiving!

2006-11-29T06:16:00.000-06:00

Almost a week has passed since Thanksgiving Day! My, how fast the hours go. We had great fun hosting a crowd of about 32 people! We didn't have any leftovers which was great on the "storing" side but a bit sad on the "no-turkey-sandwich" side. Mom's simple stuffing recipe was a hit--as usual--and the mashed potatoes stayed warm in the crockpot, a new tip I learned this year. The greatest of all, several of our friends--from three groups of one ugly misunderstanding about 2 1/2 years ago--shared a meal together in harmony, and seemed to forget about the differences they once had. I know, it sounds like a cheesy Hallmark movie, but we know it's all about God's grace and forgiveness. Angel and I stood amazed once again in front of the greatness of God.

Let's look back in time a few months...

September 2006: "Angel, let's invite lots of people to Thanksgiving this year!" "Ok, that sounds great!"

October 2006: "Angel, how many people have you told? I've told quite a few--off the cuff, but I don't think most of them remember or will come." "I've told a few...we'll see what happens."

November 2006: "Greta, Mario just called! We have an interview date for the visa on December 12. We're going to have quite a few unexpected expenses. Maybe we should scale down our Thanksgiving dinner to just Elizama and the Soto family. A five people crowd is a tad bit more realistic."

Still November 2006: "Angel, Gina called--she wants to know about Thanksgiving! Oh, and Jeanie called to say that she can fly in from Houston, after all! And what about Alejandro and Vanessa? I'd better buy a small turkey."

And still November 2006: "Greta, I just talked to Alejandro and Sandra, and they said they'll come with their kids. Oh, and Omar and Liliana. If we're going to leave the country, I want to see my good friends before we go."

Still November, getting closer to Thanksgiving: "Ok, Angel, I need to buy another small turkey and the cranberry sauce--Ocean Spray--I saw in Wal-Mart. The supermarkets in Ojo de Agua don't have Ocean Spray. But, my this is going to cost a little more than we had hoped. How will we do it?"

And...a day or so before Thanksgiving: "Angel! I just received an e-mail! Someone very dear to me gave us an unexpected offering! We can use part of it to cover Thanksgiving expenses! Are the turkeys thawing out well?"

Thanksgiving Day 2006: Two turkeys, various veggies, crockpot mashed potatoes, plenty of pies, and family fellowship. One great God.

Amen.

2000-2006

2006-11-17T07:53:00.000-06:00

The last 6 years...

2000: I turned 30~enough said.

2001: I returned to the USA and studied at SEBTS for a year and a half.

2002: My first niece--Laura--was born and we all have learned how different little girls are from little boys!

2003: I returned to Mexico City after a time in the USA.

2004: I move to Ojo de Agua, outside of Mexico City. I have to admit, I missed the small town feel and finally found it here in Mexico!

2005: I married Jose Angel Hernandez Ortiz on May 14. I don't think anything else can top that for this year!

2006: Here we are in Ojo de Agua after a year of waiting for an interview for Angel's resident visa. If God allows, we'll be in TX soon planting churches among Hispanics from all over Latin America!

:) That's my life!

Angel and the guys...

2006-11-13T12:50:00.000-06:00

We took this picture awhile ago at our friend Allison's birthday party. We're in a boat at Xochimilco. I know you're saying, "What's Xochimilco?" Well, my friend, for now I'll just say--cut and paste the word into Google! Hee hee.

Anyway, that's Angel with the two Crino men--K.C. and Michael. Great friends, the Crinos. We love them a lot and miss 'em while they're on their stateside assignment in Illinois.

Enjoy the photo! Now that I've updated my blogger to the google version, I think I'll post more photos. We hope to have a ***good*** one of Angel and me soon. We're always the picture takers, not the picture posers, so we don't have a ton. We want to have a ton, though! :)

Happy day!

1990-2000

2006-11-13T08:22:00.000-06:00

I'm back with the decades! Let's see, I'll actually start with 1991...since I ended with 1990.

1991: I turned 21. I also worked in the famous Shultz Dining Hall at Va Tech, washing dishes and eventually getting promoted to "server," where people actually see your face!

1992: Joshua, my second nephew, was born in September. He's 14 now--I think he has birthdays just to remind me that I'm not getting any younger! I also started taking my life with Christ seriously. Thanks, Judy!

1993: I graduate from Va Tech with a B.A. in English, with 6 outstanding credits for a B.A. in Spanish and an "almost-minor" in Sociology. (I wanted to graduate!!!)

1994: Not knowing what to do with life, I started my MAEd. at VT. Perhaps teaching would be the career of choice. I also officially became a "Subway Sandwich Artist." And, two more nephews--Joseph and Brett--were born this year.

1995: My first summer working at Camp Little Cross Roads--one of the best jobs I have had in life. I also took my first trip to Mexico, to spend a week in Pachuca.

1996: Shaaron! We became instant forever friends at camp--riding a golf cart down a steep hill, coming to a screeching halt. (Shaaron's first attempt!) I also spent two weeks in Pachuca.

1997: I worked for the Montgomery County School System, being based in Blacksburg, VA, at Margaret Beeks Elementary, right next door to my old house in Blacksburg!

1998: I worked at Blacksburg Christian School, teaching 7th and 8th graders and learning a ton about life. I also started thinking that perhaps God was going to finally let me move to another country. Zachary, my 5th nephew makes his debut in November.

1999: I applied to work with the International Mission Board, SBC, and left for Mexico City on September 11, 1999. Benjamin and Bradley were born this year, making the nephew count 7.

2000: Next time...

Getting Back to the Basics

2006-11-04T13:31:00.000-06:00

Many stories from my childhood still linger in the scrapbook of my head. (What a corny line, no?) One of those comes from sixth grade. It happens that I had a very limited wardrobe at that time of my life. I remember one day walking up the stairs of the elementary school to return to the classroom and a mean girl asked me in a condescending voice, "Don't you have any other pants than those three pairs you always wear?" I don't recall feeling embarrassed, but I do recall simply replying, "No. I don't."

My parents raised five children on an Air Force salary. My mom chose to stay home with us from the moment she had her first child. Having five kids meant a lot of milk and a lot of bread each week. The latest clothing and the newest Hasbro Brother's game didn't always take priority. But, my mom always had plenty of love, an unending supply of creativity, and a knack for making us feel important. That mean girl's question does not haunt me as a childhood moment that turned me into a woman with tormented memories of a needy history. It simply reminds me that I don't need "it all"--whatever "it all" is at the moment--to have a peaceful life.

Thanks to my childhood--and to the way my parents instructed me during that time of life--I don't always have to have the latest--the newest--the "best." Oh, there are things I still want! For about 10 years I've visited kitchen stores to gawk at the red KitchenAid stand-mixer. My mouth salivates when I gaze upon the beautiful, fluffy comoforter sets that would fit my bedroom perfectly. And, yes, I still battle with envious thoughts when I see people walking around with iPods knowing that I still have a bulky CD player. Yes, I still dream! Do I suffer? No.

I join the call made by my friend, Erin. Dare to use those packages of spaghetti you have stockpiled! Take a plunge and throw out--or donate--some of those items you have in the back of a dark, cobweb filled closet for "just-in-case" moments. We Americans seem to want space...lots of space. And, then when we get it, we fill it up with all kinds of unnecessary things! (But, I might use it one day!!!) I admit, I save the tops from the 20 liter water jugs we buy for drinking water. They make great bisquit cutters! But, do I really need 15 biscuit cutters? I started saving some things because I just knew that I could do some cool projects with my kids one day. I'm not even a mom yet! (I've since discarded the majority!) Oh, the stuff we keep.

One thing that has helped me tremendously is that I have been on the move constantly since I started college. A new dorm room each year...three or so apartment rooms during grad school. Two apartments after receiving the degree. A house in Mexico for two years. Two more apartments during 1 1/2 years of seminary. Another house in Mexico for about 6 months. Another apartment for a year in Mexico City. And, finally, a house in the State of Mexico where I live now. I marked 2 years in this one in October 2006, just a month ago. For all of those moves, I have consistently revised my possessions getting rid of various things. My clutter-cut tip? If you don't want to move as much as I do, every couple of years, at least pretend like you're moving. You'll get rid of things you have stored in the lost zone. I guarantee it!

Well, that's my take on the subject! I write all of that a few days after receiving some boxes from the USA filled with Jiffy Corn Bread mix, Sugar-Free Hot Chocolate mix, corn meal, English breakfast tea, magazines in English, Diet Dr. Pepper and lots of things to hoarde in my cupboards. With that said, I think I'll go heat up some water and indulge in a nice hot tea while I organize my clutter.

The Christian Life

2006-10-31T19:48:00.000-06:00

I'm putting the decades on hold for a few days in order to ponder with Erin. The first point to be pondered: The Chrisitan Life.

I remember a few years ago sitting on a plane headed for Dallas, TX, thinking, "What am I about to do? In a few days, I will officially be dubbed 'missionary' and will begin the countdown to Mexico again." I found myself in a strange place, somewhere between "I want to go but I want to stay." Why would I feel that way if I had known for a year and a half that the moment would come? Answering God's call--one I doubted none--suddenly scared me a little.

The Christian life. Somehow so simple--"Leave everything and follow Me!" At the same time, so complex. (I think Erin already mentioned that, but it's just so true!) Complex, perhaps, because I really don't leave everything and follow Him. The Eve in me wants to grasp onto a little piece of control. The Eve in me wants a little more recognition. The Eve in me...simply wants.

And Christ reminds me..."Every good and perfect gift is from above." Wait for the gift, child, and simply accept it.

Simple.

1980-1990

2006-10-24T16:45:00.000-05:00

I'm back for the next decade! Ok, so technically I should begin with 1981, since I already posted from 1970-1980. But, I left out one extremely important detail...so I'm going with the whole decade!

1980: I understood what it meant to have a relationship with Christ and asked Him to enter my life.

1981: My brother began his freshman year at Virginia Tech, and I was hooked!

1982: I played the Scarecrow in the school play, The Wizard of Oz. I still wonder sometimes: "If I only had a brain..."

1983: I turned the ever important 13 years old. I continued to be a nerd, getting straight A's while also trying to turn "Valley Girl" with my best friend, Kerry.

1984: I started Junior High--back when we still had that. I decided that I would go to the Senior Prom (5 years away) with Brent Moody. To save a year, I'll add here that in 1989, I didn't go to the Senior Prom with anyone!

1985: Ronald Reagan is sworn in as U.S. President again, and begins to foster a relationship with Mikhail Gorbachev. My interest in world events increases and I become quite the little Republican!

1986: I start High School. At this point, I have pretty much decided I'll be an English major. I also start attending the FCA.

1987: The most important event from this year: my first nephew, Ryan, is born in January! (Presently, that means that I really am getting, um, older! He'll be 20 years old in 2007!)

1988: I turn 18 and for the first time I can vote! I get to vote in the presidential elections and George Herbert Walker Bush is elected.

1989: I finally enter Virginia Tech, as an English major, after years of visiting my brother and 3 sisters there. I meet Donna and we instantly become friends. I can't even begin to put here everything we experienced together!

1990: Weird, wacky, willingly worldly. That about sums up that year!

Next time--another decade! Just so you know, I was dubbed in 9th grade, "The most unique dresser at the school." Apparently, when everyone else was wearing Jordache and Izod, my "let-me-prove-to-you-that-I-want-to-be-an-English-major" style raised some eyebrows!

1970-1980

2006-10-18T10:16:00.000-05:00

October 17, 1970, is the day I was born! Yes, that means I turned 36 yesterday. Can time really go by so quickly? Time flies like an arrow, but fruit flies love a banana! In response to yesterday's big event, I decided to spend the next few blogs remembering the 3 decades (and 6 years). Let's begin with the first decade: 1970-1980.

1970: Born in Charleston, S.C., with beach sand in my hair and salt water in my veins! I'm the
fifth--and last--child (the fourth girl!).

1971: Dad goes to Thailand for a year--the Air Force doesn't allow family to go, so we move to
St. Petersburg, FL, to be near the grandparents.

1972: Dad comes home, and we move to Eglin Air Force Base, Pensacola, FL.

1973: My most vivid memory? It's actually quite sick. I remember getting scolded for scraping
chewing gum off of the sidewalk and attempting to chew it. YUCK!

1974: Pack the bags for cross country trip to fly from Florida to California in order to move to
Hickham AFB, Honolulu, Hawaii. I still have sand in the hair and salt water in the veins!

1975: Return to the mainland--to Richards Gebauer AFB, Belton, MO. For the first time in my
life, I don't live near the beach.

1976: In September, I get sent to school-- Gladden Elementary School. I hate being separated from my mom, but my teacher is nice, and my best friend, Don, is in the same room with me. Besides, we only have to go until 12 pm.

1977: My sisters and I go to Bible School at some other church. For the first time, my mom is
not my Bible School teacher. Since the teacher doesn't let me go see my oldest sister at some point in the day, that Bible School lasts one day for me. I stick to Bible School with Mom.

1978: Pack the bags again. This time, we move to Dinwiddie, VA. For the first time since my
Dad was in Thailand, we don't live on the AFB. Also for the first time, we live in the middle of nowhere. (And, we're only 1 1/2 hours from the beach now!)

1979: I learn to love living in the middle of nowhere. I also meet some neat friends and "Ya'll"
officially becomes a part of my vocabulary. Oh, and now we get to see my mom's family
in Lancaster, PA much more frecuently.

1980: I turn 10. One decade down! Ronald Reagan becomes president and I start actually
following world events in my 10 year old way. Dad retires from the Air Force.

1980-1990 next time. And, yes, I happen to be one of those people who actuallly likes the fact that I grew up in the 80's! By the way, in 1980 my parents bought me a red t-shirt with an iron on of Bo and Luke Duke resting on the General Lee. What more could a girl want from her first decade?

Auntie Owl

2006-10-12T16:54:00.000-05:00

She is the most intriguing, energetic, mystic, and just plain entertaining aunt a person can claim as her own. When my sisters and I think about Auntie Al (Aunt Althea) we smile--or we laugh until our sides hurt. She wore wigs in the 70's. We found that fascinating since wigs seemed to go with glamour. She did seem to lead a glamorous life to us girls. She had tiger print beach cover-ups and a hilarious helicopter pilot husband. (We loved Uncle Pete just as much as we loved Auntie Al!)

Throughout many of my younger years I thought her name was Auntie Owl. I think she tried to get us to call her Aunt Althea to avoid the confusion, but there's certainly no fun in that! So, we stuck with Auntie Al. One of our favorite memories--and hers too--is the time she jumped in the pool with all of her clothes on. Somehow that moment was etched in our minds and has chosen not to fade with time. I guess it reminds us of her spontaneity and her whimsical outlook on life. I think at times we all would like to return to the simplicity and joy of visiting her.

I last saw Auntie Al in 2002 when I traveled to Florida with my parents. She hasn't changed a bit! Sure, she walks a little more slowly than she did in the 1970's --and she doesn't jump into pools anymore--but she still has a spark that simply keeps me feeling happy to be near her.

I often wonder how my nephews and my niece will think about me in 30 years. I hope they get as much joy from their memories of times with me as I get from my memories of Auntie Al. Thanks, Auntie Owl!

Auntie Al

2006-10-06T12:31:00.000-05:00

Today is Auntie Al's birthday. I don't think she ever sees this blog, but those who do will know that today is her day! When I was about 7 years old, Auntie Al gave this big "Madame-I'll-Read-Your-Future" like necklace with a gold overlayed Libra sign--the scales. I'm not much of a horoscope person. Heck, I'm not at all a horoscope person! But, I still have that necklace! It reminds me of my aunt.

More in the next blog about my aunt.

I've been writing really short blogs, no?

Hutch

2006-09-20T10:01:00.000-05:00

When I was about 7 years old, I asked the hairstylist to cut my hair like Hutch's, from Starsky and Hutch. I'm not sure why a 7 year old girl would want to have that particular hairstyle, but for some reason Hutch just fascinated me!

You may not know it, but Hutch (in real life) sang a song entitled "Don't Give Up On Me, Baby." And that's the reason I thought of him for this blog. I have been rather out of touch lately with the blogging world due to various reasons. So, with that in mind, I ask you to not give up on me!

I will return soon and I will begin to write more regularly again! Thanks for your patience!

writersblock

2006-08-25T11:17:00.000-05:00

iamsufferingfromwritersblockandiamhopingitwillpasssoon.

Sergio's Socks

2006-08-24T14:53:00.000-05:00

Sergio's socks fell out of his suitcase and into our trunk when we picked up the young folks who went to the National Youth Conference in Puebla, Mexico a few weeks ago. Every time I see him, I say, "Sergio, I still have your socks!" Today I washed Sergio's socks. Angel needed to put some stuff in the trunk to do a quick paint job. Sergio's socks apparently took up too much space. Since I had to wash clothes I decided to throw them in with our clothes. Perhaps Sergio's socks were already clean--they didn't smell or anything! Amazingly enough, and I accredit this to God's greatness, Sergio's socks taught me a lesson.

Remember the woman who washed Jesus' feet with perfume? Remember the times when Christian sisters and brothers washed each others feet to show graciousness and love to one another? I have gotten so busy that I have neglected to figuratively wash my the feet of my brothers and sisters. James reminds us in his book that simply saying, "Oh, you have a need? Well, go in peace!" doesn't cut it. Washing Sergio's socks reminded me that the body of Christ is not a building filled with pews and pretty carpet. The body of Christ is a living, breathing body intended to glorify God through the love between one believer and another. Sergio's socks allowed me to reflect on the body life I have missed as I have gotten too busy to attend to the needs of my brothers and sisters.

Have you washed anyone's socks lately?

Erin's All Play

2006-08-15T18:21:00.000-05:00

I'm going to start this blog by quoting Brandy Campbell: I love it when people tag me on their blogs. Then, I don't have to be creative about blogging, I just copy other people's ideas!

Ok, so Erin didn't technically "tag" me, but I'll quote her at the end.

1. A friend who has blessed me: Shaaron Brown. Shaaron became my forever friend during a summer of riding a golf cart up steep mountain roads, watching the brightest stars ever shoot through the sky, and countless other adventures. Most of all, she always has encouraged me to live life to the fullest! We still have many adventures on the "to do" list, and Lord willing we'll get 'em done!

2. An unexpected gift: Do frying pans count? :) Some women would get angry and say, "You bought me what?!?" I needed new frying pans badly and Angel got me some cool T-Fal nonstick pans. I love them!

3. A kind word shared with me recently: A 14 your old told his mom that he really liked having me as his teacher in Bible School. Any time a teacher hears those words they go a long way! Having to teach in my second language made the comment even that much more kind!

4. Something that makes me stop and praise God: His constant provision for our needs. We receive practically nothing financially, but I never feel like I'm missing anything! We eat meals that we like and we sleep in a comfy home. It's Matthew 6:33-34 in the flesh!

5. Something I'm looking forward to: A possible vacation in December. PRAY PRAY PRAY!

6. A particular part of me I'm pleased with: My toes. Ok, I know it's shallow of me, but I like the fact that by toes slant quite beautifully! Hee hee hee. Is that weird, or what?!?

7. Something in my life that I wanted but never expected: Meeting and marrying my husband.

8. A place that moved/moves me: Camp Little Cross Roads, Lowesville, VA. God changed my life in many ways in the summers spent in the Blue Ridge Mountains!

9. One thing/person that always makes me smile: The laughter of little kids.

10. Most recent "love note" from God: Mopping the floor today. One of my life verses is 1 Corinthians 10:31. Thanks to a great professor in seminary, I memorized that verse and have tried to carry it out in my life. As I mopped, God seemed to speak to my heart, thanking me for doing what seems like a meaningul task with such joy! Even as I watched the muddy dog-prints disappear from the floor I reflected on how God makes my heart clean when I simply live for Him.

Now...here's the quote from Erin:
"I'm tagging: Well, if you're not sick of me yet, I'll tag you. But then how would I know if you are sick of me unless you leave me a nasty comment? And then I'd just delete it anyway. I call an "All Play."

An English Major's Dream...

2006-08-09T19:05:00.000-05:00

Erin tagged me and how could an English major not answer questions about books?!? Here's my 10...

1. One book that changed your life: Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, An American Slave: Written by Himself I read it in college in one of my many wonderful Literature classes. The fact that someone so degraded by society found strength and dignity in life encouraged me greatly.

2. One book that you’ve read more than once: Passion and Purity by Elisabeth Elliot. I read during my senior year at Virginia Tech the first time and then several times over the years.

3. One book you’d want on a desert island: Let the Nations Be Glad by John Piper. Just to remind me of who I am and why God created me in the first place.

4. One book that made you laugh: Raney by Clyde Edgerton. My favorite Southern-fiction writer, who lives over yonder in North Carolina, this book has me in stitches every time I read it. I grew up an hour from the N.C. border and so much of Edgerton's writing reminds me of home!

5. One book that made you cry: Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson. If you have never read it, I guarantee you that you will cry. I have read it at least a zillion times, and I always find myself weeping!

6. One book that you wish had been written: Learning to Cope with Disappearing Dogs. Growing up, our two dogs disappeared frequently for a few days and then returned. One day, however, they left and never came back. I dreamed each night for years that they returned but every morning when I ran to the door, they weren't there. I think that is really my only childhood trauma!!!

7. One book that you wish had never been written: My Antonia by Willa Cather. I won't post the link because I hated it. Of course, I was in the 10th grade at the time. Maybe I should give it another try. I'm feeling rather mean at the moment for saying I hated it.

8. One book you’re currently reading: Created to be His Help Meet by Debbie Pearl. I'm reading it for the second time and desiring to become the help meet for my husband that God created me to be.

9. One book you’ve been meaning to read: The Feminist Gospel by Mary A. Kassian. She's a great author who challenges the ideals of feminism in light of what the Scriptures say about Biblical manhood and womanhood. If I did the link correctly, you can go straight to the pdf version of the book.

10. Now tag five people: Hmm...I don't have so many blogger friends to tag and Erin tagged me...so, Brandy...it's all you girl! :) And as Erin said...if you happen to have a blog and you're reading this, take a stab at answering on your own blog--just leave us a comment so we'll know where you are!

Football Season is Coming!

2006-08-05T12:00:00.000-05:00

August has arrived! For many people that means going to the beach to sneak in those last rays before the kids go off to school. For others it means preparing the classroom to welcome those same kids. For even others, it means trying to find a cool room in the midst of a heat wave while wishing that the summer could go on for a few more months.

For me it means one thing. (Ok, two--since Angel's birthday is August 1!) After the first, however, August means one thing to me...FOOTBALL IS COMING!

Friday, August 4, marked the first practice day for the Hokies. Opening day is September 2, 2006 against Northeastern. I don't have ESPN this year, so I'm not quite sure how I'll enjoy this season's games. (The internet always works!) Yes, I am one whose blood runs orange and marroon.

So..with a Hokie, Hokie, Hokie, Hi! I bid you a farewell for today. GO HOKIES!

Sitting Here Thinking

2006-07-18T22:07:00.000-05:00

I'm just sitting here thinking. Angel went to see one of the youth group guys and I stayed home. Sometimes I enjoy the break and I like to just sit here and think. What do I think about? Everything and anything, of course!

I see in my mind the beautiful memory I have of a camper-turned-camp-staffer having a spiritual breakthrough after many long, tearful and prayer-filled chats in my office. I remember finding her in the Vespers Garden on a quiet Saturday morning, sitting before the cross worshipping Christ with a new relationship in her heart.

I hear my nephew's tiny voice, remembering the time that he wanted to leave his crib although my sister had told me he needed to sleep. He started by crying, "Daaaaaaaaaaaady!" Since his daddy wasn't there, he received no response. He continued by crying, "Moooooooooomy!" But, since she was hanging the laundry outside, she heard nothing. Sitting on the couch, wanting to go in and swipe him up I heard, as a final attempt, "Greettttttttttttttttttta!" My heart flinched and my mouth smiled. I didn't go pick him up and he soon fell asleep. I'll never forget that moment, though!

I feel the loneliness of not seeing family and friends who I have not seen for years. I long to see stars above the Blue Ridge from the vantage point of Shaaron's truck bed. I yearn for the conversations Lonna and I had as we said goodnight after long days of camp directing. I miss Maday's blue car and the amazing insights shared on a trip to and from the Raleigh Wal-Mart. Deep Thoughts...Wilson Phillips...I'm So Stupid!!!! Oh...the days with Donna!!! Stacey's sudden outbursts of energy in the dorm hallway.

It's amazing the thoughts that surface with a few moments of silence. All of them remind me of just how great my God is. Each moment--each memory--touches my heart because of the ones who I find there. Even as I sit here, names and memories come flooding my mind. One person leads to another. One face turns to another and on. I may never see some of these people again in this life, but I hold fast to the promise that one day we'll celebrate together around the throne. Until then, I'll just sit here and think awhile.

Happy July 4th!

2006-07-05T11:09:00.000-05:00

Yes, it's a day late!

We celebrated with hamburgers, hot dogs, and some Heinz sweet pickle relish that I amazingly found in Wal-Mart! I have a nasty cold, however, and couldn't taste a thing. Drats!

So much is going on in my head these days! To blog--or not to blog--that is the question!

For now, I say adios and hopefully in a few days I'll return. (This cold thing has really got me down!)

Hasta luego!

What I Have Learned From My Washboard Sink

2006-06-27T14:23:00.000-05:00

Yes, I have a washboard sink. And, yes, I use it. You see, several months ago we made the decision to sell our washer and dryer. As irrational as it seems, we had our reasons, and my dear husband left the decision to me. I had the washer and dryer before we were married, so he felt that a decision that huge should be mine. I agree and I haven't regretted the sale for one minute.

Why in the world would someone decide to sell a modern convenience? For starters, we thought we'd be in another country by now with a new washer and dryer. Silly us! I guess we jumped the gun a bit in our plans, but we see God moving in an exciting way and wouldn't want to miss out on the invitation He has given us. So, we continue to live in the same house only with a few items less.

I have to admit that washing our clothes by hand has taught me more than I ever imagined it could. While I don't advocate going and selling your major appliances--especially if you have children--I can honestly say that I have found that often what I think I need isn't really what I need. In fact, many of my American friends mourned the loss of my machine much harder than I did. I simply said, "Goodbye! To the washboard!" And there I have remained! Even when my husband has said, "Why don't we think about re-acquiring a washing machine?" I have replied, "What's the rush? I have never complained to you about it. Why don't we just wait awhile longer?" Odd, don't you think? It sure seems so, but God has used what seems like an inane situation to teach me many things. Why would I want to make a trade on that?

So, what have I learned from my washboard sink?

Our socks really retain their whiteness! I actually enjoy watching the soap foam up and seeing the dirt being squeezed out of the material as I scrub our socks back and forth. The result? White, almost like new, socks.

I don't miss the time I "saved" with my washer and dryer. You see, when I go up to the roof to wash clothes, I spend time chatting with God and singing hymns and choruses while I wash. I remember memorizing 1 Corinthians 10:31 (written above). Even washing clothes gives me a chance to glorify God. Isn't that neat?

Many Mexican women--even those who have jobs--still wash that way. I have found that I have an almost instant link to Mexican women when they find out I wash my clothes in the sink. You see, most people just assume that Americans have the best of everything. When I can sit with Mexican women and talk about which soap gets stains out the best, or which of the new "no-need-to-rinse" fabric softeners really works I get more insight into their daily lives. They also see me as someone who understands them and often open up more in other areas. What a blessing!

God used the sale as a blessing for both the buyers and for us. We paid two months of rent, and the buyers wash their clothes in a washing machine. :)

Oh, and I rarely have dirty clothes piled up in my laundry basket. See, there's the trade off. Since I wash by hand, I have found that rising early and washing a few items each day makes life much more simple than waiting until we can't find a clean thread to throw everything in the machine.

Are washing machines evil? No, of course not! I imagine that one day I'll have one again--and I won't complain! For now, however, if you happen to come to my house during my washing time you will find me with a smile on my face, content that the Lord provides everything I need. I'll be a little wet and I'll smell like Downy...but I'll be happy.

2006-06-16T14:44:00.000-05:00

MY DAD AND ME

Why I Love My Dad...

2006-06-16T11:55:00.000-05:00

Happy Father's Day!

What's not to love about my dad? He and I both know that even though those moments in high school when I thought, "Oh no...he's in my classroom today!" that I was secretly proud that all of my friends thought, "How cool! It's Mr. Nelson!" You see, it's quite impossible not to love my dad! And, seeing as I don't do it nearly enough, I am going to share with the world some of the many reasons why that's true! If you know him, I think you'll agree! If you don't know him, you'll go away thinking, "Gee, she's right! What's not too love?" As a tribute to the great Cameron of "Ferris Bueller's Day Off," I say, "Gus Nelson, You're my Hero!"
(D Rae--forgive me!)

So, here it is: Why I Love My Dad

My dad worked hard for his country. For twenty years he served his country, sometimes traveling far from family. We have cool dolls from Thailand and little hoola-dancers from Panama and stories from all over.

My dad took me to Krispy Kreme--just me--when Mom had to go to the dentist. I loved that one glazed donut with a glass of orange juice!

My dad ate dinner with us every night. I will always cherish the "Nelson Dinner Hour." We learned about football, politics, and how to tell corny jokes! I still laugh at the jokes, even though I've heard them many times!
That leads to the next reason. My dad is the absolute best corny joke teller in the world! (Dad, don't be offended by the word "corny." I happen to like corny jokes! My favorite? How can I have one favorite?

My dad taught us all about football. I remember watching the NY Giants from my dad's reclining chair. I remember the moments he would tell us to form the defense line--all four Nelson girls standing in a row shouting, "Defense!" (Did Johanna actually join in on that?) Anyway, I can watch football with the best of them.

My dad took us on awesome roadtrips. The Grand Canyon, Ruby Falls, the Gulf of Mexico, that western place that I can't recall the name of--where I was sick the whole time, the "4 Corners" where the four states come together, HAWAII (ok, that was partly the USAF's fault, but he took us to many neat places while we lived there!) and much more. Oh the fun of it all! Especially all the moments dad said, "STIFLE IT!" Hey, 5 kids in a station wagon driving across country can get a little crazy!

My dad taught us right from wrong--not just in therory, but by action. He has to be one of the most honest and just people I have ever met.

My dad taught us that "whether you rent or whether you buy, you pay for the home you occupy." That's a freebie for you.

My dad simply did what dad's should do, and that's why I love him so much. Oh, there are many more examples I could note, but I'll save them for another time! I'll end with a quote I wrote for my parents' 4oth anniversary a few years ago:

I just remember growing up and being allowed to be a kid. Thanks for never pressuring us to be anything we weren’t. And, thanks for never making us feel like we had to live up to some standard, or to be more than who we were.

Happy Father's Day!

De-mything Mexico

2006-06-09T15:58:00.001-05:00

The title sounds smart, don't you think?

Do you enjoy Mexican restaurants? I, too, enjoy those cheesy restaurants like "Guadalajara Gus's" that serve hot, but hot, plates of oozy Mexican food while guests listen to mariachis sing songs like "Cielito Lindo" and "Mexico, Lindo y Querido." Fun! However, as the wife of a Mexican and an ex-pat who has lived in Mexico for some 6-odd years, I have to say that as I look back now, I can't honestly say that "All I Really Learned About Mexico I Learned in A Mexican Restaurant".

With that in mind, I thought I'd write a list. (I haven't done that for awhile!) The following list simply states observations of mine, and is by no means exhaustive. It also reflects my own opinion, so take it as just that!

Myths:
1. All Mexican food is spicy and all Mexicans like food that is hot and spicy.
My good friend, Elizama, doesn't like hot, spicy food. She always tells me that I like it hotter than she does.
2. It's rude to be late to an event, and proper to leave as soon as the event ends.
Remember those "culturally sensitive classes" you had to take in college or elsewhere? Mexico is an event oriented culture. The event is important, not the hour (schedule). It dawned on me last Sunday that after our worship time together, almost the entire church stayed at least 30 minutes past the closing prayer. We Americans often are out the door and to the restaurant within at least 5 minutes! I remember a fellow American in Mexico saying how he would often try to be the last person to leave--and how difficult it was to succeed in that undertaking!
3. It's ok to say anything I want in English, because nobody will know what I'm saying anyway!
Ok, first of all, it's just not Christ-like to say mean things about people in any language. Second of all, many people understand English rather well, even if they never say a word to you. Third of all, often people live in the USA and come to visit family here in Mexico. So, be careful little mouth what you say!
4. All Mexicans look the same.
Get out of here! You mean, not all Mexicans look like that typical John Wayne movie Mexican? Remember, Spain conquered Mexico and many of the Spaniards weren't exactly kind to the Mexican women. My husband's grandmother had fair hair, skin, and eyes. His mother had green eyes. (By the way, one young friend told me, "All of the American girls in the movies look the same.")
5. Tacos have hard shells and ground beef, and you eat them with tomatoes, lettuce, and cheese.
I can't speak for the whole country, because I live in the Valley of Mexico, or Central Mexico. In our area, however, tacos usually consist of meat (beef--not ground, chicken, or pork) and come in soft corn tortillas, sometimes passed quickly through hot oil. Basically, if you put it in a tortilla and fold the tortilla to eat it, it's a taco. :) But hey, I like both types--Mexican or "Ortega" tacos. I'm not a taco snob.

That's a start--something to ponder if you have those misconceptions about Mexico! Leave a comment on "myths" about other countries you might have visited. I'd love to know where I have thought incorrectly about the world!

Neutralizing the Asphalt...

2006-06-01T19:43:00.000-05:00

My nephew, Brad, has to be one of the cutest and most original creatures on this earth! Of course, all of my nephews and my niece share that characteristic--along with yours! But Brad has something special about him. Maybe it's the fact that he was born in Hokieville and has lived most of his life on Hokie soil. Maybe it's his sweet nature that amazingly keeps him from breaking rules like, "Don't open the drawer--mouse trap set!" while the other nephews sneak peaks. I can't quite figure it out because he's just so extremely and wonderfully unique. (We all are--if you're not convinced of that, read Psalm 139.) Bradley is also quite a natural humorist. My sister told me this story and I simply have to share it with the world!

My sister, Kris, serves as the President of the PTA at Margaret Beeks Elementary School in Blacksburg, VA. (I held my first "official" teaching job there!) Apparently, the school had plans to pour new asphalt in the parking lot. I cannot recall exactly how the situation worked out, but one day they were driving buy the school and Kris said aloud, "It looks like they poured the asphalt." From the back seat she heard Brad's sweet voice, "M-o-m, you didn't have to say that." Kris, unsure of what offense she had committed replied, "What did I say? All I said was that they poured the asphalt!" Brad, knowing that certain words should simply not be spoken loosely replied, "You could have just said butt-phalt."

Not wishing to offend, I apologize if that story comes across as too un-saintly or improper, but I found it so clever and just so cute! If my sister gives me permission, I'll publish his adorable smile, and you won't be able to resist the story or the smile, either!

Have a blessed day!

A Month Later

2006-05-31T20:45:00.000-05:00

Yes, it appears that I have returned to the "once a month" trend when it comes to blogs! But here I am, returning from the world of non-blogging. My trip to the United States--although relatively unannounced and rather covert--was terrific. I did miss my husband, but God richly blessed the week I spent in Dinwiddie. You see, around April 25 my mother had a very slight heart attack. Although my father told me I wouldn't need to make a trip to Virginia, my husband encouraged me to go. His own mother spent 6 very difficult months battling cancer before she passed away, and he feels deeply that caring for one's mother is an important and blessed task. Although my mother's situation was not nearly as serious, he urged me to make the trip, also noting that I hadn't seen my family for almost a year. So, thanks to modern technology I made a quick airline reservation and arrived in Dinwiddie on April 27.

What a great week! I had time to relax with my mom and dad, helping Mom with dishes, daily chores, and meals. My Aunt Thelma happened to be visiting from Washington (state). Time with siblings--beyond compare! I even found a wonderful pre-paid international calling card at Wal-Mart that allowed me to call Angel at a great rate per minute. I didn't make any side trips, and forgive me for not calling anyone other than family, but just being at the 'ole "7 N Ranch" warmed my heart. (My dad always said he was going to put up a sign--7 N Ranch--since we were 7 Nelsons!) The time there also made me stop to thank God for the wonderful family He blessed me with here on this earth. Ones parents begin to age, but still the idea that they will always be at the "homestead" stands firm. Thank God that I can say without doubt that although my mom and dad will one day leave the "7 N Ranch," they will wait for us at the true homestead--the one God has planned for all those who trust in Him!

Anyway--I'm thinking out loud, as the title of the blog proclaims!

If you have the chance, call your family and love on them some today!

Until--next month??? :)

Home is where the heart Is...but I only have one heart!

2006-04-26T17:55:00.000-05:00

Tomorrow morning, very early, I will board a plane. That marvelous wonder--a result of God's endowment of intelligence to mankind--will take me to Atlanta, GA., and from there to Raleigh, N.C. From the Tarheel State I'll head to the Commonwealth of Virginia aboard either a minivan or a Stratus, depending on who meets me at the gate. Either way, the familiar Interstate 85 will lead us to my homeplace, Dinwiddie County. You must imagine the thoughts in my head as I prepare my suitcase to visit the beautiful countryside of southeastern Virginia. I admit that the thought of opening Mom and Dad's front door and taking in the familiar smell of the living room, staring at the yellow kitchen sink that always looks so odd after being away for a spell, and experiencing the peacefulness of "home" has me quite excited. But, for the first time in my life, I will walk through the doors as a different woman with a different name.

Angel and I, Lord willing, will celebrate our first anniversary in a few weeks. What a marvelous year we've had! Yes, we have gone through most of the things they say newlyweds experience and we have learned quite a bit. But, we've rarely been apart. So, while this trip will take me back to my childhood home, my new home will await my return. This has been quite a journey for me! You see, many years ago I declared to my parents that no matter what, "I, Greta, will never ever leave this house!" I always was a homebody and a bit of a Mama's girl. And then came the decision to allow Christ to have all of me. No longer Peggy's girl, entirely, or Gus's "Pumpkin," completely, but Christ's disciple, God's child. And so when He said "Mexico!" I replied, "Mexico!" And here I live with my husband. So now, when I say, "I'll go home on such and such a day," I mean I'll go back to Mexico! So while the excitement of seeing my parents and my siblings and my adorable nephews and neice has me ready to go, the mixed feelings of having to leave my home have me quite confused! What a new experience for me! Will I cry when I leave Angel at the gate? Will I cry when I arrive in Raleigh, or even more in Dinwiddie? Will I cry yet again when I board the return plane...and then one more time when I get through the immigration line to see my husband once more? I don't know, but how can home be where the heart is when there are two homes and only one heart?

As I write, I must confess that the still, quiet voice keeps saying, "Neither one of those places is home. Your home is with Me, and while you're on this journey of eartlhy life, I'll lead you and provide for you and I will take all of those feelings of joy, confusion, fear, and adoration and use them to mold you into what I want you to be. Trust Me and go." I have to admit, allowing His voice to quiet my own voice in my head allows me to prepare and pack the suitcase more calmly. You see, wherever I go, He's there and He's already planned the trip for me. I'll just show up with my ticket and say, "I'm ready!" And I'll enjoy the ride.

Home is where the heart is!

Still Out Here!

2006-04-18T13:35:00.000-05:00

The last few weeks have gone by quickly, yet it seems like they started eons ago! In the space of time since I last wrote, I have taken a bus to another state, seen a long-time friend, visited with a sister-in-law, taken a bus back home, cleaned up after the two dogs, mopped (or as we say in Spanish, "washragged," the floor several times, and done countless other chores. And, the greatest thing about it is that my joy has never once left me through it all! Joy. That's the next entry.
Right now I need to get back to the mopping...the dishes...the making of the dinner...joyfully.

The Newest Addition

2006-04-05T18:45:00.000-05:00

Yes, we have added another member to the Hernandez family. Some of you have already met the first addition--Chester the jumping dog.

And, now we have added a new little cutie pie! Meet Cometa!

Isn't she just the cutest little thing? Ok, so we probably have the "CRAZY" label on our foreheads, but I simply cannot resist a puppy that really needs a home! And, she's the same breed as Chester, so that makes it even more fun! So, maybe one day we'll have little jumping Cometas. And with that, I say goodnight!

For Erin

2006-04-03T14:51:00.000-05:00

I haven't completely decided what this says about me. It's not Tupperware, but my bargain fake-Tupperware containers find themselves in quite perfect order, with zero tops missing. Perhaps that reveals the freakish side of me that requires neat little rows and a well thought out strategy as to how to store plastic containers to maximize the cabinet space. That theory doesn't quite seem to fit, however, when you take a glimpse at the drawer to the left. Spoons facing east, spatulas facing west...the tortilla napkin quite rumpled and measuring spoons falling freely out of tipped measuring cups does not exactly leave the impression that I like order. What most people don't see, though, is the thought process behind the chaos. The white tipped measuring cups always find themselves in the northeast corner. Even when the little blue spoons tip them, they stick to their designated area. The spoon always faces east because that way when I go to grab it, I can distinguish it from the spatulas, since their handles are practically identical. The tortilla napkin--well, I simply haven't ironed it because we eat a lot of tortillas in my corner of the world!
So, maybe you can learn something about me from that. Maybe you're thinking, "What a freak!" Or, maybe you just realize that one crazy chaotic drawer does bring a certain feeling of freedom and tranquility. Break out of that Tupperware mold! (How's that for a corny pun?)

Character

2006-03-29T19:44:00.000-06:00

First of all, I'm back! I had about a month of "Internet Cafe" use, and now I'm at my own computer again--and thankful!

Character. I'm reading Romans right now and I just finished reading about how tribulation builds perseverance; perseverance builds character; and character builds hope. I decided that, although I know it's good for me, I'm not so keen on the character building right now! When I look back over the past 10 years, I see how much God has done in my life--how much He has strengthened my character. My first instinct is to think, "I should be finished with this!" But, I'm not...and it stinks. But, there's another side to it. HOPE! Character builds hope. So, while at this precise moment I find myself sulking and moping and thinking, "Please take this tribulation from me! Please let me skip all of the building and go straight to the outcome," I know that the glorious hope that awaits outweighs this silly moment of "Woe is me!" Even as I write, I cannot force down the silly grin forming on my face. You see, that's what Jesus does. He takes those moments of misunderstanding and transforms them into a wonderful, teachable moment and one cannot help but glorify Him through it all!

So, maybe a little character building isn't so bad after all.
For now.

SUSHI!

2006-02-18T17:56:00.000-06:00

Guess what? I made sushi today! Isn't that exciting? Actually, for me, it is! I love trying new things, and this was so fun. Angel and I really consider ourselves international now! (By the way, the Japanese apparently started the "fish" part of it--the integral ingredient to sushi is the sushi rice...not the fish!) We didn't have raw fish, but we did have surimi (fake crab). Anyway, that's the excitement in the Hernandez household today.

I wanted to at least write SOMETHING, so that's that for today. I'm not really feeling all that inspired. Maybe I'll write poetry next time. Gosh, I don't think I've done that since my English major days at Virginia Tech! Keep checking...

Later!

To Blog, or not to Blog!

2006-02-09T21:33:00.000-06:00

AY! Time goes quickly. Just a short 2 months and various days ago, I announced my return to blogging. Then, NADA. I do live in the land of "tomorrow."

So, here's my attempt to get it going once again. For some reason, however, all of those thoughts I have had as I washed dishes, did laundry, and swept the floor have seemed to escaped me and I don't know what to write! How crazy! When I let my mind wander as I soak my clothes and dunk them in the new "No-Rinse Downy" I write volumes. In my head I have had a book for what some like to call "mature singles," one for young married women (in their first year, that is), and of course the theme on how to adjust to a culture different than your own. Perhaps they'll materialize one day soon.

Oh, I forgot to mention the one on criticism and learning to shut that mouth! (I've been reading Ephesians very slowly this month and I just can't get over the fact that it's not ok to criticize my friends just because they don't have a clue who Michael Vick is!) Ok, so that's a lame--and fake--example, but I have been smacked about as I read verses in Proverbs about the mouth that speaks when it shouldn't, and about the much needed unity among brothers in Ephesians. Of course, God continues to show me His graciousness, and the learning comes not as rebuke but as a gentle, "Remember Me. Remember My attitude. Live Me!!!" I'm so humbled that He loves me so much!

But...the shoes that need to go in the closet and that pesky eternal dust that most Mexican houses posses need my attention. So, I'll write...tomorrow!

Six Months!

2005-11-27T16:09:00.000-06:00

Well, it's been a little over 6 months since I "blogged." What an ugly verb! Oh well. I have finally figured out why my "former-single-now-married" girlfriends seemed to be out of touch with me for awhile after their weddings! Life does change when you have 2 people in the house instead of just 1. But, now, I'm going to make an attempt to get back to writing some. So. This is the beginning of a new attempt. That's why it's so short. :) It's a start!

Hopefully, there will be a link to pictures soon. I still have rolls to develop. Soon...very soon.

By the way, Tech's doing ok this season. Lost an important one. But, there is life beyond Tech football! (Don't tell ANYONE I said that!)

Later.

Ch..ch..ch...changes!

2005-05-04T00:52:00.000-05:00

That old Bowie song has always been one of my favorites. And, yes, I do have a David Bowie CD, although I think it resides with my sister at the moment.

I have not written anything here for a LOOOONG time. What with running around to government buildings and keeping up with the work, I have not had much free time! So, tonight Angel and I just about figured everything out for the big day. By the way, it's May 14. Many folks don't know that yet, but, well, God's timing doesn't always match man's planning and so, well, uh, I don't know where to go with that.

Point one. Don't try to write when it is almost 1am and you normally go to sleep at 10pm.
Point two. You will never think of everything you need for and everyone to invite to any big event.
Point three. Why am I putting points?
Point four. Don't ever take a class in college that is supposedly a sociology class and your best friend gets A's on all the quizzes and you get all D's and the only thing you really remember is that one day on the way to class she fell on ice because you were both running late to class. (I just had to throw that in there. See point one.)
Point five. If you live in a foreign country--ever--don't get cable t.v. if you can absolutely stand to not have it. You learn a whole lot about the culture that way. Just ask me who "El Peje" is and I'll tell you!
Point six. Carl Davis knows everything about everything. It's true.
Point seven. Don't wait until after marriage to learn about marriage. And, if you can take a Marriage and Family class with Dr. Liederbach at SEBTS, DO IT! And, if you are a woman, get over yourself and obey the Lord. And, if you're a man, get over yourself and love your bride as Christ loves the church.
Point eight. Thank the Lord for godly men who mentor other men who in turn mentor other men who in turn mentor...you get it. Same goes for women.
Point nine. WAIT IN THE LORD AND LIVE CHRIST DAILY.
Point ten. It's all about HIM.

So, those are my ten points for tonight. Why? BeCaUsE it has been awhile since I've written anything at all, so I just thought I'd just write. Look for the book one day. I'm still thinking of a title.

Ok, so, I need to go to sleep. G'night.
greta

I Should Be Asleep

2005-03-26T22:47:00.000-06:00

Why? Because tomorrow is Easter and the 6am service will take place. I would like to chat with the missionary from way back who transferred this custom to the Mexican culture. Actually, I'd like to do more than chat--I mean..6 am? And, my infamous "bomba," (water pump) needs its daily priming, so I will have to go grimy. No time to prime tonight! And, argh, I am so tired.

But, it has been almost years since I wrote anything here. I have so many things to write about, and I need to do a prayer e-mail and a newsletter. Where's the time to do it all? I know all of that is important, but the truth is that I am so busy everyday. That's a good thing, though. It has been so cool to see how God moves!

So, tomorrow is the big Mexico vs. USA soccer game. Hm. Who to root for? Well, I love Mexico, but I think all of my friends will understand if I go for the USA. Red, white, and blue tomorrow. The rest of the week I'll stick to red, white, and green--Mexico colors. Actually, I'll be in the service during the game. Oh well. Go USA!

Can you tell I;m tired?

So. For now. Bye. I need to sleep.
later gator.
hasta pasta.
i'm outie.
any other old cliche of a goodbye you can think of.

ha.

Elisabeth Elliot

2005-03-09T22:36:00.000-06:00

Swell words from Jim Elliot. So, I decided to put something from one of my personal heroes, his wife Elisabeth. I'm not given to blasphemy, so I hope what I write next does not constitute blasphemy. However, I like to believe that had Jim and Elisabeth Elliot lived during "Bible times," they might well have ended up in Hebrews among the faithful. Read this:
"The Bible does not explain everything necessary for our intellectual satisfaction,but it explains everything necessary for our obedience and hence for God's satisfaction." I have that problem sometimes of wanting to know why. But, the fact is, I don't always need to know why! It's not about satisfying ME, it's ALL ABOUT HIM! I have a feeling I'm not alone in this! And, have you not read Jim's biography or Elisabeth's bio and works? If not, well, in a few words--DO IT!

That's it for now because I'm finding that my eyelids are droopy and therefore I need to rest. I used to wake up at about 10am...and for some reason my schedule changed and I awake at 6:30am each day. Weird. Oh well, doesn't the famous "Proverbs 31" woman wake up early and lie down late? I do so want to be like that woman!

So. That's it--I will go to sleep now listening to "Delilah" on the internet. Good 'ole fashioned love songs, in English!

See ya.

Jim Elliot

2005-02-28T10:49:00.000-06:00

Father, make of me a crisis man. Bring those I contact to decision. Let me not be a milepost on a single road; make me a fork, that men must turn one way or another on facing Christ in me.

Jim Elliot

That's all. Let it sink in for now. :)

Loving Him...

2005-02-16T22:39:00.000-06:00

I am so in love. Everyday I spend time with my beloved and the talks continue to deepen and I simply learn more and more. The relationship grows and I can't help but get excited about the plans for the future! He has me captivated, and I anticipate the moments we share.

I'M TALKING ABOUT GOD, SILLY!

See, really, only He can fulfill my deepest needs and desires. How He chooses to do it is up to Him, but He alone can have first place in my heart. About a year ago I had one of those, "Why am I single, Lord?" days. I wrote to a few close girl-friends asking for prayer--so I would remain focused on the task God had put before me. I remember the response of one of my dear (married) friends. She said, "Greta, singleness has nothing to do with it. I love married life, but I still struggle some days with fulfillment. It is only in God that I find that!" Wow, what honesty, no?

You know, none of us knows what God has planned or the timing of His plans. I remember when I was in high school, and most of my friends figured I'd be one of the first to get married and have the whole "white pickett fence" thing going on. Well, 4 years of college, 2 years of grad school, 2 years of teaching, 2 years in Mexico City, 1.5 years in seminary, and almost 2 years in Mexico City ALL PASSED BY and many of my friends got married and started families. That's about 13.5 years past high school. I'm still not married...and even though the prospects are much higher now than ever that I will be, I still must seek my satisfaction in the Lord alone.

So, this is another one of those "ladies, be content" things, isn't it? I know for some of us it gets old, but it doesn't have to. Let's all face it--our discontentment boils down to our selfishness saying, "God, I know better than You what I need in life." I need DSL because I can listen to John Piper and get some good messages in English! I need a car because it is time consuming to travel in taxis and buses. I need Bisquick because I can't make the pancakes I really like without it. I need a husband because how can I fulfill my plans without one? Hm. I know, I know, "Easy for you to say, Greta, you're on the verge..." BUT--I had to wait. I had to hear the "most people will marry" speech thinking, "I'm in the 'not-most' category." I had to hear the "you'll just know" answer to the "how will I know?" question. I had to finally wear the "I WILL NOT PLAY THE CATCH-THE-BOUQUET-GAME" sign at my friends' weddings. (I will NOT have that at my wedding!)

My point? Simply this--God has mighty plans. Don't settle. Use your time wisely and trust that He knows better than you (or I) do what He has planned for your (or my) life. LOVE HIM...don't miss out on the incredible opportunity to bask in His love for you and His doting on you while waiting to receive that love and doting from a sinner! (Yes, if you should ever marry, you WILL MARRY A SINNER!)

So, that's my sermon for tonight. I hope it can encourage someone and not discourage anyone. Last night I listened to 3 women pretty much "man-bashing" the man I happen to have grown to love (in his presence, mind you). It made me angry, but I after I listened for a while I realized that they did not experience what I am experiencing when they met their husbands. Why? They did NOT allow GOD to orchestrate His plans. (They freely admit that they have never seen anything like Angel and I...that God really did "put us together.") Don't settle. Don't do it! Wait and trust.

Now, I'm really going this time. Love HIM!!!

Piper Words

2005-02-04T11:37:00.000-06:00

A resource from John Piper--listen with an open mind and heart. ESPECIALLY if you claim Christ!
http://www.biblicalpreaching.info/sermons.php?preacher_search=2&customquery=search#

Click on "Racial Harmony and Interracial Marriage"

No Hablo Espanish!

2005-02-04T10:35:00.000-06:00

Argh! Some days I really struggle with the words that come out of my mouth. Just when I think I have the language down, I say something really ridiculous. Thankfully, I generally don't make those mistakes anymore that cause true embarrassment, but just those everyday "le" and "se" and "what in the world did you just say to me?" moments frustrate me! But, thankfully, I have friends who like me and don't laugh at me. GRACIAS! Ok, now I feel better.

And, don't fool yourself. Other countries are no different than ours when it comes to language. You know how in Virginia we generally say, "Ya'll," but in Pennsylvania my "kinfolk" often say "you'ns?" Well, that difference exists--obviously--in Spanish as well. Villa Coapa speech has different words and sounds than Ojo de Agua speech. So, I'm learning! And forget about those grammar rules you learn. I have just begun to truly capture the fact that it sounds better to talk like everyone else than try to always make sure every word I say--every verb I use--is exactly correct. What's that old saying? If you can't beat 'em, join 'em! So, that's what I'm doing now.

AND...if you want to really learn a language well--forgive me for saying this, but--get away from all of the Gringos! Now that all of my gringo friends are going to give me mean looks, let me just say that my Spanish (while still improving) has improved TREMENDOUSLY now that I pretty much hang with the Ojo de Agua homies.

Ok, so that's that. Not real inspiring, nor extremely interesting. Next time. MANANA. En un RATITO. LUEGO LUEGO...AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
adios

Haircut, Thinking, Football, and House Church

2005-01-31T13:38:00.000-06:00

Got my haircut today. Woo-hoo! Wish I had a picture--it's really cute. Just layers, but it makes all the difference in the world. Funny how a haircut can make or break a woman's day. Now, let's see if I can make it look the same when I style it. That's always the big question! But, seeing as the last hair change I made was in July, it was time for this. If you've known me for any amount of time, you might have noticed that I don't keep one style for too long!

Thinking. Hm. Sometimes I wish I didn't think. Lately I have had to witness a pastor show his obvious lack of devotion to the Lord. Pray for him. I won't put his name here, but you can just pray for "the pastor." I give many thanks to the Lord that my relationship with Him is strong enough that this guy's actions don't affect my relationship with God. But, I do feel for those who idolize the pastor and therefore allow their relationship with God to falter because of what a human does. FOLKS--people have their own wills--we're not puppets. Please don't blame God for things that people do!

Football. On to a happier subject. Looking forward to the Superbowl! Yep, it'll be on network TV here, which is good because I had cable but it disappeared. (Checking into that.) But, we're planning a fun night with spaghetti and whatever my friends choose to bring. No pizza--not because we don't have it here, but because we're all saving money. Gotta do it!!! I'm just sorry Michael Vick, Keion Carpenter, DeAngelo Hall, and the other Virginia Tech guy I don't remember won't be there. :( Sorry Atlanta Fans! Ok, see, I grew up a NY Giants fan and so I'll always have some loyalty there, but Michael Vick is just too stinkin' good for me to NOT pull for Atlanta. There's always next year. I can't believe it's almost over for this season!!! OH NO! No more football for about 7-8 months! What will I do?!?!

I miss my house church. We're going to ask the Lord to provide people to start a new one here in Angel's house. I'm tired of bureaucracy and hierarchy. I want to be able to express my faith with others who express theirs, with NOBODY keeping us from worshiping as we feel led. (See "thinking" above....know what I mean?)

That's that. Have a blessed Monday and, well, Go Patriots! (I had to choose SOMEONE!)

Inauguration

2005-01-20T10:56:00.000-06:00

It amazes me what one can do with the Internet! Watching the ingauguration reminds me that I really do come from a great nation. Yes, I rejoice that God has made Mexico my home for this moment in time, but as I watch the fanfare and listen to "Hail to the Chief" I cannot avoid feeling proud of my nation! Sure, in 60 minutes the arguing will begin again and the Rep-Dem fights will take the stage, but for now I can enjoy the ceremony. And, can I just add that I adore Laura Bush?!? What a woman! I know many so-called feminists will balk at me saying this, but her charm and her strength become clearer to me as I see the gracious way she supports her husband! May many say the same of me one day!

Let's pray for the United States!

God's Timing

2005-01-18T22:08:00.000-06:00

So, for the last week or so I have been awakened at approximately 4am each morning. Hm. Each time I have pleaded, "Lord, help me to hear what You're telling me!" This morning, after praying a bit and saying, "TELL ME, PLEASE!" I kindly asked for sleep--and He provided. The thing is, Angel has been going through the same thing--waking up each morning around 4am-5am and seeking the Lord's response. If anything, we have both learned over the past few months the incredible joy of waiting on God's timing. However, for some reason once His timing is revealed in one area, it doesn't make it any easier waiting for His timing in another area. What does God want? He wants our undivided attention and devotion first of all. Am I giving Him that? I dunno. I'm still seeking Him and trying my best to follow hard after Him.

On to other completely different news. I am hoping with all of my ability to hope that the Atlanta Falcons make it to the Superbowl! Michael Vick is just TOOOOOOO good for me NOT to root for the Falcons. (Ok, so I might have a tiny bias there, but oh well!) Go Atlanta!

And, brothers don't shake hands--brothers gotta hug! That's for Donna--if she should check this out anytime soon. D- you rock.

That's that for now. Hasta pasta--as a chick I once knew used to say!

Resolutions?

2005-01-05T09:16:00.000-06:00

My team lost! 16-13 against the number 3 team in the nation at the third most important bowl game--guess that's not SOOOOO bad! I still say GO HOKIES!

So, it's 2005. I can't figure out how I was born in, uh, 1970, yet I will still turn 29 in October. Hm? Go figure. It's anyone's guess. Ask my sister...we weren't twins growing up, but somehow we've managed to be the same age as each other for quite a few years now!

I don't make New Year's "Resolutions." I learned long ago that those types last about a week for me. So, I'll just hold on to the resolution I made long ago--to know and follow hard after God! Wherever He takes me, I'm gonna go. Just to know Him more. That's it--pure and simple.

BUENO, pues, that's that for now. Have a great week and an enjoyable 2005! Oh, and, congratulations to all of you USC fans out there! Watch out world--it'll be Virginia Tech one day soon!!! :) Here's to dreaming!

Feliz Dia!

Happy New Year!

2004-12-30T19:38:00.000-06:00

Well, tomorrow is it for 2004! I'm just hoping that I feel better than I did "8 days ago" (as we say in Mexico!). So, by Monday my stomach and the rest of me still felt a little queazy, so I self diagnosed myself and bought some drugs from the pharmacy. It's nice living in a country where one does not need to go through the hassle of going to a doctor for a prescription! Hee hee. I feel much better, so I'm hoping I did something right! I'm sure I had some bugs living in there--and who knows if this episode was merely a reoccurence of bug activity. How's that for a Happy New Year message?

Monday is the big Virginia Tech game--hoping to see it on ESPN2. We'll see! I can't convince many people here that I'm from Virginia and NOT from Virginia City, which I think was the "Bonanza" town. I just smile and nod.

Have a great 2005!

Kaopectate and Merry Christmas!

2004-12-25T22:28:00.000-06:00

So, what I learned is that one should avoid breaded chicken fried in lots of grease. That's this year's Christmas advice!

Yes, last night as all of Mexico celebrated Christmas, I chugged Kaopectate and prayed for sleep! Lunch Friday afternoon somehow didn't suit me. I had planned to go to the house of one of the local pastors to celebrate Christmas, but I ended up having to miss out on that except for the 20 minutes worth of "Hi, Merry Christmas, I'm going to vomit so I need to go now" that I added to the party! (Which, by the way, started at about midnight!) Kaopectate tastes pretty nasty (no peppermint version here) but I have found that it beats Pepto-Bismal by a long shot--something I thought I'd never say! Move over pink stuff!

Well, I'm back to normal now and today I celebrated the 25th with plenty of rest and some food Angel grunged off of our friends David and Aricella. I didn't feel like eating much, but some bread and a little bit of turkey actually tasted great! I even drank Coke today! (For those of you who don't know it, I have gone for almost a year refusing to actually BUY Coke for my household, and I have gone about a month without drinking it more than 2X.) But, the Coke calmed my stomach some and, boy, did it taste fine! Merry merry merry!

How's that for Christmas? But, you know, through it all I have to be thankful. See, I was probably the greediest kid in the county when it came to Christmas presents. Yeah, I was the one that woke up and went around trying to annoy everyone else to get out of bed so I could open gifts. I figured it would never change! However, all of the hoopla just doesn't phase me anymore--the true rebirth I have had in my life as a result of what Christ has done (and continues to do) just simply awes me! I have seen God's hand at work in a gazillion ways over the last few years of my life, and as I know Him more intimately, it just gets better and better! So, enjoy the gifts and the Christmas cookies, but be sure to give Him thanks!

:)
Merry Christmas!

Mercy!

2004-12-14T08:06:00.000-06:00

From Lamentations 3:22-23 sprang the song "Great Is Thy Faithfulness." From that text this morning sprang my overwhelming desire to approach my King. We know our spiritual battle is not against flesh and blood, but against the spirits and the princes of the air, yet often it is our own flesh that fails us. How humbling is it, though, that our great God's mercies are new every morning! He does not run out of forgiveness, of tenderness, of love. And, what does He require of us? A heart and a life given to Him, one that will love mercy, do justice, and walk humbly with Him. Wow! What an exchange! I give Him myself, and He gives me EVERYTHING!

Christmas season is here! Well, for me, it began on Thanksgiving Day. I broke out the Christmas CD's and my meager decorations and lit the cinnamon-apple candle. :) Of course the season has a different twist here, but I have begun to enjoy the lights and decorations. The American "who-has-the-most-lights" contest seems to have seeped in to Mexico! They're everywhere! Tonight I get to help a friend decorate his Christmas tree. How fun! (Mine is all of 12 inches tall!) Through it all, God keeps reminding me of His gift of mercy. I don't deserve to even receive it, but He merciful allows me to approach Him and live in the light of His love. What a gift!

THANKSGIVING

2004-11-25T08:37:00.000-06:00

Today is the big day! The turkey will soon hit the oven and we'll be smelling it all morning! What a great day to give thanks to the Lord! My house will be crowded with friends and we will rejoice together as we praise God. I cannot begin to enumerate the blessings and gifts I have to be thankful for, but there are a few worth mentioning here:

The Nelson (and in-laws we've accumulated!) family.
All of my handsome nephews and my beautiful niece.
Friends and "family" in Mexico. What would I do without them?
A healthy and growing relationship with Jesus Christ.

That broadly sums up the wealth of blessings God has provided for me. Of course, much more could be added--some serious and some just plain fun--but, the turkey awaits its stuffing (Miller-style, of course) and so I must go.

THANKS BE TO THE LORD OUR GOD!

Desires of the heart

2004-11-17T13:42:00.000-06:00

To speak and write Spanish as if it were my first language. (Using things like, "Nagging on the brain.")
To see massive numbers of Mexicans live Christ.
To hear Him being praised in many languages across the globe.
To have someone to share it with.
To see my nephews and my neice grow into godly people, loving the Son and living out the Life.
To one day eat dinner at the table and not in front of the t.v.
To watch Him unfold His plan and give Him glory and praise in knowing that I waited for it.

Living Life

2004-11-17T13:28:00.000-06:00

Wow, I've had some incredible moments in the last 5 days. The past weeks have again shown me just how huge our God really is. His incredible insistence on loving me and showing me Himself remains quite humbling, but quite humbly I accept! Training others to become church planters--how? SHOW THEM CHRIST! Leading others into relationships with the Savior--how? SHOW THEM CHRIST! When I look around and see "Christians" walking around with gloomy faces and bitter, negative attitudes, I wonder why. "Little Christs"--that's why they call us Christians. Think about it--Scripture says: "I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me." If I just keep on living life the same old way I always lived, can I really say that? People ask me why I smile...they ask me why I don't get angry...they ask me what would convince me to leave my family and my country and live in a foreign land. GALATIANS 2:20!!! It's not me anymore--IT'S HIM! Oh, yes, I will fall down from time to time and have to wipe off the grime so He is seen again, but HE LIVES IN ME!

Ok, enough of the sermon. Consider it, though. Are you living a life that just seeps with His presence? Is the joy in the difficult times overshadowing the sorrow? Are the unanswered questions just a little less nagging on your brain? If not, approach Him. Know Him. LIVE Him.

2004-11-10T08:30:00.000-06:00

This is the neighvorhood where my "why-is-your-face-white" friend lives!

Latest Greatest Question

2004-11-10T08:22:00.000-06:00

We had our first day of training with a new group on Sunday. My friends (Alyson and Rachel) and I decided to stay at the church for Sunday School and to worship with them. We had a "coffee and cookie" break at one point, and I tried to "mingle" with the people. (Many of you know...I'm not the greatest "mingler.") Well, at one point, some of the little girls were coming up to me, wanting to talk. One of the little girls who comes from an area outside of this colonia looked at me and she asked me, "What happened to your face?" Of course, my vanity instantly kicked in, and I replied, "I don't know! Is there something on it?" She said quickly, "No...what happened to make it so white???" One of the other little girls smiled and said, "That's the way her face is. She's a white lady!" Well, I smiled at that...but then I immediately asked my friends if there was indeed anything wrong with my face. It turned out that the second little girl was right--I'm just a white lady. :)

Latest Greatest Website

2004-11-08T19:03:00.000-06:00

Well, I have needed some instruction lately, so I have turned to a great site. If you have the time, check it out: http://www.cbmw.org . Download books, articles, and even audio messages. Take a chance and be challenged!

Have a great week!

College Football Day!

2004-11-06T08:00:00.000-06:00

Ah, so much to do...but hopefully with Virginia Tech in the background! All I really have to say today is: GO MARYLAND! GO CLEMSON! (I don't really care for those teams, it's purely a selfish motive--they win, we move up in the conference. It's ingrained in me from childhood to think that way with football!!!) And, of course, GO HOKIES!!!
It's cold here in Mexico City--perfect for football and hot chocolate.

Hokie, Hokie, Hokie, Hi!
Tech, Tech, VPI
Sol-a-rex, Sol-a-rah
Poly Tech Vir-gin-ia
Ray rah VPI
Team! Team! Team!

On with the day...

busy...busy...busy

2004-11-05T11:46:00.000-06:00

Hey there! Lately I have had much to do that has prevented me from writing anything here. The thing in my line of work, though, is that business means God is moving! But, this morning I had time to just wake up, take my time, and clean my whole house! Ah! Who likes cleaning? Well, I do. I honestly relax when I turn on some music, break out the cleaning supplies, and get to it! The reward? A clean house, a hot shower, and a relaxed me. Now, I know my sisters will laugh hysterically upon hearing that I like to clean, but IT'S TRUE! I really did inherit that gene, even if it took longer to develop in me!

I have learned a lot over the last few weeks. For instance, I have learned that I should not be shocked when God answers prayer. Why do I act surprised? I haven't figured that one out yet.
I have also learned that puppies go through a second "chewing stage." And, I learned that people (Americans, to be more precise) really do care about values! Oh, I learned much more, but I have not the time nor the desire to write it all down right now. (I recently watched some good 'ole Jane Austen films, can you tell?)

Ok. I stopped in to write a bit. Now I need to get on with the day. Check out ju's site sometime--http://jujubilant.blogspot.com . What I didn't say here, she has surely said there! :)

See ya'll!

"Down Home...

2004-10-29T17:11:00.000-05:00

where they know you by name and treat you like family!" If you know who sings that line, I'll buy you a Coke!

I listened to country music this morning during my long ride to the other side of the city, and it dawned on me that to many people, I don't come across as a "country girl." Naw, I don't use the accent much 'til I'm cruising with DinWIDDie (notice the emphasis?) hometown folks or until I git all exahted that I'm talkin' to my Nawth Caruhlina friends...you get the picture. Now, I cain't even write what it sounds like when I REALLY talk "Dinwiddie," but if you ask me in person, I might overcome my shyness and show you! Ha!

So, anyway, my deep thought as I drove was, "Anytime I see something screech across a room and latch onto someone's neck, and the guy screams and tries to get it off, I have to laugh, because what is that thing." Ok, ok, so that's really Jack Handey's deep thought, and I only put it there in case my pal D-Rae ever reads this!!!

My real thought: "If folks don't think I'm from the country, here's some proof!"
First, I have a dog named Chester. But, when I am home alone, I often seem to refer to him as "Bubba," or "Bubby."
Second, I have a bottle of Sauer's Barbecue Sauce in my cupboard, just waiting for the perfect pork loin barbecue day. If you don't know Sauer's, well, they're the folks who also sell Duke's Mayonnaise. If you don't know Duke's, well, yer not from 'round here.
Third, I know that a holler is a place you come to on a hike in the mountains, not something you do so everyone will hear you.
Fourth, I know where yonder or yon is located.
Fifth, ya'll is the preferred term for a group of folks I'm addressing.
Sixth, Coca-Cola. Period. (Although some of my country friends might argue that one...)
Seventh, if you don't want to call it "Coke," just call it "drank."
And, eighth and last for now, I KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN NABS AND FOUR-CORNER NABS. (I know some of you are scratching your heads and wondering what Nabs are. Ask, I'll tell.)

Well, that about sums it up for me. I just had a nice "Carry Me Back to 'Ole Virginny" day and it made me smile.

Ya'll come back, y'here?
(By the way, it's Alabama--the song...Alabama sings it!)

2004-10-27T19:10:00.000-05:00

If you don't agree with Dr. Mohler's message, maybe reading his answer to criticism might help. Check it out:
http://www.crosswalk.com/community/singles/1280592.html
Think about it...

Copied straight from ju...

2004-10-26T13:01:00.000-05:00

If you have 22 minutes...
this is worth every second. click onto the message by dr. al mohler. everyone - single, dating, married - needs to hear this message and even the followup comments.

His greatness is unsearchable!

2004-10-25T19:00:00.000-05:00

What a beautiful day! Today I hung out with fellow workers to celebrate my MK friend's birthday. Michael will turn 14 in a few days, which means, well, I could easily be his AUNT. :) We had a great time. Leaving the city for a place with blue skies, fresh air, and mountains with streams running down them just does me right! I always think of my years at GA camp in places like that! What a joy!

Of course, as can happen easily, I had that one moment of self pity. Just as I sat down on a rock by the stream to chat with God and spend time enjoying the peacefulness, Michael's 2-year old sister snuck out and decided to sit with me. Of course I enjoyed her desire to "hang out" with me, but as she wandered closer to the stream, stopping to pick flowers and enjoy the sun, I thought, "I could have a 2-year old!" Then, my frail, fleshly self started thinking, "Why? Why am I in this 'in-between' place of not being a mom, but not being a 'kid' and not really knowing where to fit?!?" As I flipped to a passage in the Scriptures, I began reading Psalm 145, and as usual, God reminded me of His sovereignty and might.

Here's what the Word spoke to me:

I like to praise His name!
He is majestic!
He is gracious and full of compassion.
"The Lord is righteous in all His ways..."
"He will fulfill the desire of those who fear Him."
One day, everyone will bless His name forever.

So, why did I pity myself? Who knows. I'm thankful He sent Elena to sit with me, though. Why I doubt, I'll never understand, but I know He will satisfy my desires in His way and in His time. Humbling. Incredible. Amazing.

Baseball and Stuff...

2004-10-22T17:54:00.000-05:00

Watching the World Series? I probably won't see most of it, but I think I will pull for the Cardinals. I lived in Missouri for a few years, and although I claim to be a Kansas City Royals fan, I'd rather go for a team in my old state than a team in the state that has some legacies I'm not fond of really. Plus, the cardinal is Virginia's state bird! So, there, I have made an intellectual (?) decision and I'm gonna stick to it! Go Saint Louis! (Plus, the Arch is super-cool...even when your older sister cries and screams all the way up to the top. Ha! I'll let you wonder which sister did that!)

Life without baseball? That's almost like saying life without football, although in my family football sure seems to top the charts! No game today for my Hokies. We finally made it into the top 25! Speaking of football and Hokies, I found a Michael Vick (Falcons) jersey in a Mexican supermarket! (Wal-Mart type store.) I didn't buy it, but I might reconsider. Even though it will swallow me--it's a Vick jersey! And it's here! God meshing two of my biggest loves--Virginia Tech and Mexico. How about that?

So. Go Cardinals! Go Hokies! Go Mexico!

Maybe I'll get serious again next time...

I'm A Country Girl!

2004-10-21T18:05:00.000-05:00

Yesterday and this morning I gave thanks for those many times growing up that our well ran dry during times of drought! We used to have these times when we would have to go to the church, fill up jugs of good 'ole H2O and use small amounts for bathing, cooking, and flushing toilets. I remember my mom's peaceful attitude about the whole thing! Well, in my house here in Mexico my water pump does not run automatically. I have to plug it in for about 30 minutes a day to run the water to a huge tank on the roof, and from there I get my bathing water, cleaning water, and water for some of my cooking. (I'm either brave or stupid, but I don't like to waste my "good" (drinkable) water on cooking if I know the water will boil for a time anyway! I haven't died yet!) WEEEEEL, apparently the pipe to the pump has a valve I knew nothing about, and so I messed up the pump. For me, that equalled NO RUNNING WATER! Fortunately, the outside water worked so I had plenty to "bathe" with until the landlady fixed the pump. It did make me think about how fortunate I am to live somewhere that has water! What a blessing!

On a totally different subject, I just finished a book called Did I Kiss Marriage Goodbye? by Carolyn McCulley. (Josh Harris apparently recommended the title--she's not ripping him off!) Excellent read in my opinion. Great for single gals like me (especially those past, um, 29? HA!) and even great for married ladies. She does a wonderful job clarifying what it means to be a godly woman. I plan to read it again soon. Of course, that along with the fifty other books I have going. One day they will all be finished. I wonder if Heaven has a library?!?

So that's that for now. I have my dsl connection back--yet another blessing! Life is so full of blessings and yet I still try to overstuff myself. Stop at FULL AND ENJOY IT! :) Thinkin' out loud here...

Goodness

2004-10-11T13:47:00.000-05:00

Dare I doubt God´s goodness? I can get so bratty when I think I need something and God seems to delay in providing. Well, I still have a ways to go with SOME things, but God provided quite a treat today!
Since I moved, the phone company told me I would have to CANCEL my internet service and pay a fine. The woman said I could not transfer the service because the new house´s phone bill is in a different name. So, Friday I tried to no avail to send a fax to Telmex (the phone company here) to cancel the service. Due to MANY reasons, the fax did not go through correctly. I spent most of the afternoon on that, but left a tiny bit defeated.
Enter Monday. I walked to Telmex (in my new neighborhood) to explain the situation, and the extremely friendly attendant told me she would go ahead and transfer the service for me. Wow God! Not only does that save me a fine (and it wasn´t a light one!) but it saves me the hassle of re-applying for the service!
Praise Him for His goodness!

TRIUMPH!

2004-10-04T21:07:00.000-05:00

Triumph!
Getting all of one's belongings packed into boxes.
Finding an old friend and communicating once more.
Completing a Domino's Pizza phone survey in Spanish.

Realizing the magnitude of grace...
accepting the plenitude of blessing...
and performing worship in faith.

Triumph!
Accepting that God knows more than I.
Believing that He doesn't mind my dreaming!
Knowing that "I Know Holds Tomorrow" is more than just an old hymn I learned as a child...but a warm, wonderful reality.

Triumph!
Knowing that I won't get graded for this in a Virginia Tech Creative Writing class, so I can write whatever I want and however I want! HA HA HA.
(By the way, I ended up with a B+ in that class. Hey, it was SPRING Semester SENIOR year! Need I say more???)

LOOK FOR THE TRIUMPHS IN YOUR DAY!

Go Hokies!

2004-10-02T12:06:00.000-05:00

It's college football day across the United States. Me? I'm packing boxes and trying to figure out what I should keep and what should go to someone else. Right now--thanks to "American Network"--I see my team is up 3-0. Yippee! Oh, to be there in the stands screaming my head off again!
Today, my Lord yet again reminded me, "THIS DAY IS MINE, GRETA!" I have gotten that a lot lately. So, in the midst of all of the packing to move, I decided to take some time to sit down, drink some tea, and rest. Who cares if I pack perfectly or not? This is a HUGE step for me! I like everything nice and tidy and packed perfectly. But, I'm trying a new approach.
Soon I'll live in my new place. Can't wait to share the adventures!

2004-09-30T10:46:00.000-05:00

Serenity in a place of 29 million people!

So, this is it, huh?

2004-09-30T10:04:00.000-05:00

Well, I'm joining the trend. I admit that my usual counter-"in thing" self has some hesitations. Will I actually keep the page going? Will anyone really care? I guess time will tell. So, for now I simply announce my arrival and leave it at that. Adieu!