Wow. What a month I’ve had. I will be breathing so much better when I get
past July 1. That’s when all the work
from my Senior Seminar class is due. And
this June has been so completely crazy so far.
We are
into Camp season right now. Last week
was Water and Work Week. The daughter of
a friend of mine from Council Bluffs also wanted to try out for weeks so last
Sunday her mom drove her to my house and then she rode up with our church youth. Later that Monday morning I drove Ben up to
Special Camp and then on Friday I went back and retrieved him and the daughter
of another friend of mine. That was a
lot of driving! And then Saturday, David
and Hannah came back. I got a phone call
from David saying, “Uh, Mom? Can you
come rescue me?” He had a flat tire on
the way home from church. He really did
not need much rescuing but he didn’t want to leave Hannah in the heat while he
put on a spare so I took her back to the house and then he got home shortly
afterward. The tire was beyond saving,
but we were able to get him into the tire place at Walmart, so $68 later, he
was good to go again. Hannah spent the
weekend here and then this morning, David left for camp. He will be at camp every week this
summer. This week he is counseling Jr.
Boys and he will be camping the week of Sr. High, but the other weeks he will
be working. Hannah is working several
weeks, too, so we may be seeing quite a bit of her – which is fine. She’s a nice girl. David drove this morning all the way up to
camp. He also had to pick up another guy
from Des Moines who needed a ride. He
had a full car! Sam went and was over
the moon with excitement. Yesterday he
oversaw every part of the packing process, which surprised me. I don’t remember his brothers being quite so
worried about that when they were this age.
Next week will be Lizzie’s turn.
We don’t have a counselor from our church for Jr. Girls this year but
there are two other little girls going, too, which I am thankful for. I didn’t want her to be all alone. Oh, now I am told there IS a counselor from our church going - Arien's sister. That's good. Lizzie should have a good week.
And in
the midst of all this the girls have started their tumbling classes which they
love, but take time. And this week and
next, I have kids in Art Camp which is held at the local library and taught by
the school’s art teacher. Lizzie has
minor surgery this Wed, Thurs, the girls have therapy. I’m trying to put together an on-line
portfolio showcasing what I’ve done in my time at BVU and I have a 15 page
paper on literary theories due by the end of the month. And last week and this weekend I decided it
was an excellent time to shiplap and paint my bedroom wall – which looks
terrific, but took quite a bit of time.
And today I started priming Lizzie’s new bedroom.
Why? Because I’m crazy. That’s really the only reason.
Oh, and
it’s VBS this week so I’ll be making 2 1 hour round trips every night to take
and retrieve the girls from church. And
this morning my poor neighbor called and asked if I could go to Knoxville (20
min away) and pick up her prescriptions for her. The ambulance came yesterday for her husband
who is having breathing problems and she is so weak with her own health issues she couldn’t even go to the
hospital with him. I know she hated to
ask me to help and she insisted on paying
me for gas. I tried to give her back the
money but I sensed it was important to her that I keep it so I did. I really did not mind doing that at all for
her. I hope someday when it is my turn
to be weak that I will have others willing to assist. But, it does all take time and right now that
is my most valuable commodity. But it’s
fine – everything will work out. It
always does. I always remember what Paul’s mom always said – “Well, if it
didn’t get done, then I guess it just wasn’t supposed to!” That’s probably flawed logic, but it makes me
feel better, anyway!
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The
ceremony took forever. Because it was so
hot they kept plying us with water bottles over in the chapel where we lined
up. They were probably afraid we’d
faint, otherwise. Well, that meant by
the time we actually arrived at the 3 hour ceremony (after walking across the
hot campus), we (well, I, anyway) really had to go potty! And I was starving, too. But despite that it was good. It really felt good to finally, after 29
years, walk across that stage and hear my name and the words, “Summa cum Laude”
announced. Almost there!
And I
even got some graduation cards, which I was not expecting at all. My parents sent one and just this week, I got
two from people in our church. Yesterday
I ordered new dishes for my kitchen as my second graduation present. Really, had not intended to do that, but
recently I decided that it might be nice to have matching dishes for everyday
use for once. When we got married we had
two or three matching sets – but they didn’t match each other. Over the years that slowly evolved into
cupboards full of dishes that don’t match each other one bit. I think we still have a few random plates
from those wedding presents, but the rest are all ones that I’ve picked up here
and there at garage sales and Walmart.
Anyway, I’m kind of excited!
Reminding myself that these new dishes will get chipped and broken in time, too. But I will enjoy them while they are nice and
they will be a reminder that sometimes things are worth finishing.
Tuesday
Well, I
started painting Lizzie’s room yesterday – priming. Years ago, Will and I painted it Hawkeye
yellow and black, so it’s going to take a lot of primer to turn it into a
fairyland of baby pink, hot pink, celery, and aqua. But, after class last night I suddenly
realized just how much work I have to get done in the next two weeks. So, I think I’m going to have to put the
painting on hold until I get that work done.
Our class
discussion was kind of interesting last night.
It’s a small class and we were even missing one of the students, so it was
just the professor and three of us – all women.
We were discussing the feminist literary theory and we got on the
subject of feminism, in general. I
called Gloria Steinem a “whiner” and things just exploded from there – but in a
good way. The other two gals in class
were in agreement with me and our professor, who is a very nice lady, just kind
of sat back and watched us discuss how the second wave of feminism in the
60s/70s has been very detrimental to our society. The first wave was good – that’s the one that
occurred in the early 1900s. That gave
women voting rights and protection under the law. But like a lot of good things, it morphed
into something not so good. One of the
women said she actually used to be very feminist in her younger years but since getting married and becoming a mother
she has come to realize what a fallacy that mindset is. This Thursday we will discuss the LGBQT
theory – I wonder how that discussion will go?
Speaking
of all things accepted and sinful in our society today: a couple of weeks ago
the girls and I were in Target because I love Target. And because I’m not convinced that boycotts
work and so I still shop there. And
plus, I love Target! But anyway, I
spied, in the men’s department, this pale pink shorty jumpsuit – with rainbows
on it. I immediately snapped a picture
of it and, as a joke, sent it to David, asking him if he wanted me to buy it for him. I can’t believe they make such a garment! It wasn’t until after I sent it that I
realized we were in a section of the men’s department that had a sign that read
“Pride ______(I can’t remember)” There
were all kinds of feminine-type garments.
I don’t remember them all, but I did see a cropped (above the belly
button) sweater with a rainbow across it.
Sigh.
And then
we had to go into the bathroom as we were leaving the store because my girls
have the smallest bladders ever put into human beings. The family restroom was open so we went in
there without thinking. Lizzie was
reading a chart on the door and apparently (I didn’t look at it) it was
designed so that users of the bathroom could check off when they used it (who
would even want to do that?). They had a
line for Female, then one for Male, and then Lizzie asks, “Mom – what’s an
‘other’?” Ugh. But this is the world we live in. It is the last days and I should not be
surprised when I am having to explain things to my little, little children that
I didn’t even know about until I was in middle school. The darkness is progressing.
A couple
of days later Lizzie said something about a rainbow, referring to the first one
that was sent after Noah’s flood. Ellie
asked puzzled, “Why would God send a rainbow when rainbows are for gay
people?” That was a good conversation
opener.
I was
ruminating on all this after the Target trip, wondering what my responsibility
as a Christian is. Should I boycott? Is it
wrong for me to spend my money at a place that obviously has bought into an
ungodly agenda? But even if I took my
business elsewhere, I have no guarantee that another store does not funnel profits
into equally ungodly agendas. As I was
thinking on this, I happened to catch an episode of “Wretched Radio” with Todd
Friel. I have a couple of podcasts that
I like to listen to. One is Dr. David
Jeremiah (who just finished up a great series on Heaven) and the other is Todd
Friel. In fact, Wretched Radio is my
laundry company. Every time I’m doing
anything with laundry, I’m listening to it!
He was asserting one day that
Christians mistakenly believe that their job is to change the
culture. That’s why they boycott and
speak out against ungodly endeavors and so forth. That’s why it’s not uncommon for churches to
become politically involved and for Christians to rally behind certain
candidates. But Christians, he said, are
not told to change the culture. We are
told only to evangelize and make disciples.
I suppose it could be argued that in doing so, culture can be
changed. But it seems like we are more
interested in marching against homosexuality and abortion than we are in
witnessing to our neighbor. And that got
me thinking more. I recently saw a Facebook meme that said “As
for me and my house we will stand for the flag, kneel for the cross, and
something else (salute our veterans, maybe?).
That bothered me. When I stopped
to think why that was the case, this is what I came up with: The first part of
that meme, “As for me and my house” is Scripture. It’s found in Joshua and it’s followed by the
words, “We will serve the Lord.” This
meme linked that very Christian thought to patriotism. Patriotism is a great thing. I taught my kids from an early age about being
respectful during the national anthem and one of these days I want to get a
flag on my front porch. If I had a son
march off to war I would so, so proud.
BUT – a love for the United States cannot be confused or paired with a
love for God. This is nationalism. What happens when the government becomes
corrupt? Are the only good Christians
Americans? I’ve watched with interest Christians
and Donald Trump. Now, I like him. I think he’s a fantastic president and I’m
not ashamed to say I voted for him and fully intend to do that in 2020
again. But I’ve seen numerous articles
trying to assert that Trump had a salvation experience or even that his
presidency was foretold in the Old Testament (???). It’s like some Christians so desperately want
to make Trump one of their own for
things to make sense to them. In their
minds, a good Republican cannot be separated from Christianity. So, therefore, they have to make Trump a
Christian.
And he’s
not. He has never claimed to be and a
lot of his actions back that up.
People
say that they trust in God, but more and more, I am getting the idea that what
they actually trust in is the Republican party.
And you can’t do it. Both parties
are money grubbers. Both are corrupt. Neither can be trusted. Both will betray the American people.
Anyway, all this to say that I am re-thinking now the concept that we Christians have a calling to change our culture. Maybe if we understood that we do not we would be less outraged at sinful things and more mindful and compassionate toward the lost.
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I had a
couple of rough days with Lizzie right after school got out. In the end, though, she was able to verbalize
that she was sad about missing her teacher.
Apparently, this teacher heaped a lot of praise on her and I know Lizzie
just soaks that up. She said he gave her
the “kindness” award at school and one day they had this reading/acting thing
about Harriet Tubman. He chose Lizzie to
play the role of Harriet but assured her and the class that Lizzie’s skin color
had nothing to do with that choice. He
said that Harriet was a good, moral, and compassionate person – and he sees
that in Lizzie. So, even though Lizzie was
absolutely horrible for those first couple of days after school let out, we
were able to talk about appropriate ways to express our sadness.
I have
thought about talking to our pastor about Ellie, but I don’t really know what
he could tell me that I don’t already know.
She needs to get saved. Until
that happens, her carnal nature will continue to control her. Lately on Wretched Radio, Todd Friel has been
addressing Reactive Attachment Disorder, which has pleased me immensely. I am SO thankful that parents are beginning
to speak out about this disorder and that it’s even getting some attention in
the media. More needs to be said. Todd is being very adamant that if a couple
plans to adopt, that’s great, but they have GOT to have the support of their church,
who are committed to on-going involvement in this family’s personal life. Otherwise, he says – don’t do it. RAD has the capability to destroy children
themselves, their new siblings, their homes, and their parents’ marriages. I would agree.
But there
is always encouragement, here and there.
Last week it came in the form of our checker at Kohls. It was an older black lady and she was
immediately enraptured with the girls who were chatting up a storm with
her. She leaned forward to me and in a
quiet voice said, “You have done a good thing here.” And she gave me some hair tips and after
awhile, we were on our way. But it just
made my day. There was no anti-white-people-adopting-our-babies
vibe – simply an encouragement to me that this adoption is a good thing for the
girls.
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That
night I took the Littles to Spaghetti Works in downtown Des Moines. Paul and I went to this same restaurant in
1990 when we had just begun to date. We
moved back to the area in ’04, but for some reason, we never visited this
restaurant again. I wonder why. Maybe we just didn’t think about it. There were a couple of interesting things as
we went in. The first was that a
dreadlocked, tattooed girl sat on the street corner with her dogs. You see this kind of thing in any large
downtown. Fringe-type people will sit
and sometimes play guitars in hopes of garnering donations. Well, as we sat there getting ready to leave
the van, this well-dressed man walked by the girl – and handed her a $100 bill! We were in the right spot and close enough to
see it all. The girl was so
stunned. The guy grinned at her and kept
walking and she just held that bill up in front of her face as though she could
hardly believe it was real. It was so
cool to watch!
As we got
out of the van the tornado sirens were going off. But I honestly didn’t think much about
it. The skies were blue and besides,
they blare those things for all kinds of weather, it seems like – the threat of
hail or straight line winds or nuclear attacks (I don’t think they’ve blown for
those yet). So we went into the restaurant
and just had a really nice time. I didn’t
even get all antsy about things that normally bother me, like Sam spilling
chocolate pudding all down the side of the salad bar (and then he decides the
best way to clean his hands is by licking them and when that didn’t work he pumped
hand sanitizer all over them. Yeah – a mess. I finally pointed him in the direction of a
nearby men’s room and summoned a worker to clean up the pudding). And then Ellie dumped her drink all over the
table. But I was cool about it all. The kids just had a really good time, it
seemed and kept commenting about how neat the restaurant was.
I
happened to glance out the window around 6:45 and realized it was dark
out. I mentioned that to the kids and one
replied, “Well, of course – it’s nighttime!”
It doesn’t get dark that early this time of year!
We were done so we soon left and discovered that it was raining quite
hard out and the wind was really gusting.
We got into the van and I turned on my wipers and the radio and immediately
began to hear all these dire weather warnings.
Hmmm…guess those sirens meant something after all! And then I realized there was a parking
ticket on my windshield and it was trapped underneath my moving wipers! So I had to step out into the pouring rain
and grab the drenched paper! I didn’t
think you had to plug the meters after 5pm.
A $15 fine tells me otherwise now.
It was a harrowing ride home – so much wind and rain. But we made it. We never even lost power. I watched a movie with the kids and it was
really a very nice evening all around.
David
called me toward the end of the movie and I felt so bad because it was a
strange number (he borrowed a phone since the workers can’t have theirs) and I
didn’t recognize his voice – it was so deep!
Oh, I felt terrible. But we had a
nice talk. He always remembers June 6
and struggles with it. He told me how
that very evening was the talent show at Special Camp. He said that Ben’s cabin got up on stage and
Ben leaned into the microphone and informed everyone that “This is my first
time doing this!” His group sang “Amazing
Grace” and David said you could hear Ben’s voice above all the others. It was neat that a friend of mine who lives
in Clear Lake messaged me later that night, telling me the exact same
story. She had gone over to the camp to
watch the talent show. I kind of doubt
Ben even realized the day’s date or its significance, but the timing of it and
the song selection were still kind of a neat thing, I think.
God has
been good. We have survived.
Oh, and
speaking of Ben – it looks like he’s moving.
I’ll explain it in great detail later, but a group home situation in
Knoxville has arisen and it appears he’s going.
This will probably be happening by the end of summer, I’m thinking. I’m struggling with mixed emotions – happy for
him, worried for him, sad for me that half my children don’t need me like they
used to…But right now it seems like this is the way God is moving.
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A few
weeks ago I was in a Walmart parking lot when I heard an approaching vehicle
with rap music just screaming from the inside.
The bass was so low and pounding that it literally made my ears
hurt. Honestly, if I hadn’t known
better, I would have thought I was on the south side, but I wasn’t. This was out at Jordan Creek. I had my back turned, busy with unloading my
groceries into my van. But I assumed the
noise I was hearing was emanating from a low slung, sleek vehicle – maybe a
Cadillac, I don’t know. And the
occupants of said vehicle were, more than likely, young black men. To my surprise, the noise got closer and
soon, the vehicle pulled right beside my van.
The noise continued until the engine was shut off. It wasn’t any sports car with tinted windows. It wasn’t a Cadillac. It was a dirty Ford pick-up truck with a
topper. And the driver? Well, I got good look at him when he hopped
out of the truck. He was a short,
skinny, half-bald, middle-aged white guy
with glasses. He was wearing a white t-shirt,
tan cargo khaki shorts, and old tennis shoes with white socks.
I may
have snorted.
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