Think on These Things

Friday, September 7, 2012

For 2012 I decided to write a monthly post

In July I tried to upload a video of our dog and a snake attacking each other in the bush. It would load to 90% then quit.

In August I tried to upload a video of our dog and a snake attacking each other in the bush. It would load to 90% then quit.

Today, September, I tried to upload a video of our dog and a snake attacking each other in the bush. It would load to 90% then quit.

Enough with perseverance, already!

Here are some satirical thoughts about our small county courthouse. We are new here, and part of cultural adaptation includes the "oh how cute" stage. Our courthouse is quite cute and the library is adorable. Bored-looking employees stop visiting to glance cutely up at us over their desks. The sheriff reminds you of Barney Fife.

But part of adaptation also includes the "oh how dumb" stage.

We went to the courthouse to ask about our property. Sorry, the property person "wasn't in that day."

We went in to pay for our vehicle licenses. We were told, "We're sorry. The computers are down and we can't process your payment."

We needed to renew our driver's licenses. Sorry, the driver's licence examiner is only here from 10:06 to 11:19 once every third month on an odd Wednesday (or something like that.)

The county library is housed in the courthouse. It is only open a handful of hours per week, seemingly not ever when we are in town. If a book is overdue, there is no drop box available after 5 or on weekends. So you get to pay fines until it opens again. The library books are not shelved in any particular order, and there haven't been any new books added for decades. Also, the card catalogue (!) only lists a few of the shelved books. Many books are moldy or missing pages. This library is funded by county tax dollars...no one is sure exactly where those dollars are.

We wanted to learn about 4-H. So we walked down to the suite of 3 county extension rooms, but found that no extension agent works in this county. The rooms sit empty.

A county employee has cursed in conversation with me twice and glared at my children innumerable times. For being on the property.

I went home and said in frustration, "What is the point of this courthouse! They don't do ANYTHING!"

Jason smirked. "They collect taxes."

The next part of cultural adaptation is .... adaptation.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

A Story from Daughter Dear

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Sandhills Easter Pageant

Mary and Joseph

Children who followed Jesus

The disciples and Jesus

This Psalm 22 monologue was the best part of the whole pageant.

Roman cowboys; I mean soldiers.

He is alive!

Thursday, April 26, 2012

About the beauty of a woman: an assigned essay

What have I learned in life about the beauty of a woman?

I have learned that woman is made in the image of God. There is something distinct about women that reflects God’s image. Woman is not less valuable or capable in God’s eyes when she yields to her husband’s leadership. Rather, her role as a nurturer and pillar of support makes a complete example of the way God made all creation to work.

Personal Story: I did not want to identify with women because it seemed like they weren't treated well. Nor did I like the flirty shallow ways my girlfriends used to manipulate. I didn't feel that I was pretty. Boys didn't like me. They wanted my friendship to help them get close to the pretty girls. So I tried to make myself boyish or look like a slob. In college a Bible study helped me learn to embrace who God made me to be. I also took notice of hair styles and clothing colors that fit my shape and skin. I still have to tell myself often, "I am who The Great I AM says I am." I have learned to embrace being a woman because that’s who God made me to be. He has created me for good works that He ordained, and they do not include using my influence for wrong or for power. I want to have my identity firmly rooted in the new creation I am as a woman in Christ, so that He can make something beautiful from my life.

I have learned that while some faces and bodies seem beautiful, their beauty can be negated by an ugly heart.
A woman sometimes loses all her beauty the moment she opens her mouth.
Beauty gets uglier and uglier the more it's commercialized.
A woman's beauty can also be ruined through misuse or abuse.
And even plain faces are radiant when they are taught by lovely heart.

There are a few beautiful women that I admire. Their attitudes stay young as their bodies age. Their lips and hands are full of serving others. Their hearts are compassionate and teachable. They talk to and about their husbands with respect. They are genuine, without hypocrisy. They are hard-working, but not hardened.

Rebecca Werner: nickname given by husband: “the Beck.” age 45. Married 25 years. 7 kids, 2 still births. Hardest working farm wife I know. Gorgeous without trying to be. Desperately wanted to go to the mission field, but her husband didn’t agree. She yielded; they stayed on the farm; and God has brought dozens of hired men through their home from a dozen different countries. He brought the mission field to them, and their home is a ministry. She even cares for her father-in-law in their home. She has much to teach, yet she is teachable and so giving. She matures, but does not seem to age. Becky exudes a quiet, strong beauty that doesn’t knock you over when you meet her. You can just feel that there is something very special about this woman. I want to be her in 10 years.

Becky is on the far left.

simple glamour
serves her husband and family whole-heartedly, with great respect
generous
youthful and hard working
intelligent, articulate, funny and fun-loving
hospitality
cares for the lost

Ellen Paulton

age: 80s. Married: 60 years. 4 or 5 adult kids plus grands and great-grands. Bright shining blue eyes, wavy white hair, ready smile. Hair and makeup is always done. She stays fit and eats healthy. She is the hardest working ranch wife I know, and that is saying an awful lot. Her husband is going downhill with his memory and other health problems, adding to her responsibilities. As a family, they are highly respected in the community for their service and years of integrity. Their home is always open for hospitality—the food, the bedrooms, the pastures, the gardens. Their children have grown to high places of leadership and ministry around the U.S. She knows the Bible in and out and loves to learn from it. She grows in wisdom, yet does not seem to age. Ellen has a gentle way of offering guidance to young women, in Titus 2 fashion. She has a wealth of knowledge and skills, and she’s willing to take time to share them. I want to be her in 25 years.

Ellen is in the middle of the photo.

well-groomed ranch wife
quietly cooks and gardens
hospitality, generosity
tough, inner endurance
vast abilities
apt to teach
intelligent and articulate

Mary Parker

gracious
giving
makes you feel loved
open home and heart
nurturing
realistic about her limitations
able to explain things really well

Betty Jo Mathis

humorous writer
rural pastor's wife
large, diverse family
shares the gospel constantly
always gives you a tidbit to think about
never retires

Mary Lou Miller

cut to the chase
lovely in body and manner
cares deeply about the lost

Mandy Caley

faces the truth and doesn't hide it
heart for the lost
articulate in several cultures
treats everyone without condescension

Denny Johnson

radiant
exudes joy; spreads cheer
gives and gives

Barb Sayer and Sheri Coleman

look you in the eyes and expect you to step up
strong and accomplished
stand by their men
able to ingratiate themselves
direct, without being biting

Anneke Labutes and Joe Charles (not a woman, but influenced me)

100% Grace
100% Truth
never grow old
warm and loving
humorous; dancing eyes
loved music

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

"Mama, Everything is New"

Well, isn't it? Doesn't spring just keep coming year after year and we're astonished every time? The little ones and I are exclaiming on every corner of the property about the bloomingness of it all.

February went out and March came in with lightning, wind, hail and tornadoes. And cloud shows.

June, is that you? March got so warm, for so many days, that we couldn't be sure..

Here are the 7 new chicks. Naming debates have begun. "Name them all Dave," says one. "How about Nick, Sally and Shelly?" says another. "Mom, which one is yours?" For one thing, they're all supposedly pullets; for another, I just can't get Sally Mae, Slim, Loper, Hank, Drover and Pete out of my head. We've been on a Hank the Cowdog kick. And another thing--five of them look identical. How about we name them all "Egg?" By the way, this is the two-room cardboard house the kids made them in art class. The house got named "The Cozy Cone." All that loving care, and the chicks outgrew it in a week anyhow. But that's part of the miracle of spring.

Here are some new-to-us little gals that moved in recently. Looking out over the treeless plain above my morning coffee, I shake my head and think, "Am I seeing things?" Picturesque as they are, I vote we don't name them this time. K?

And it wouldn't be spring in kid land without PROGRAMS. I also have to shake the cobwebs off my eyes at this little church family. Am I seeing things? So much out here hasn't changed since the one-room school house days.

So go get a little dirt under your fingernails, already!