If you knew that the foods you eat regularly and love were major contributors to a chronic illness in your life, would you be willing and able to cut those foods out?
What if those foods were major parts of the normal diet in our society?
Recently I came to the realization that by eliminating certain foods from my diet, I might be able to have much better control of my allergies and asthma.
I had been reading about it for a while, this crazy diet, really lifestyle. I knew a couple friends who had switched. Over Christmas I decided it was time to test it out, this crazy thing called the paleo diet.
I was visiting my family, two of them had already switched, which made it much easier.
That's a grainless, dairyless, legumeless Christmas dinner right there.
Currently I'm on day 15 since I eliminated all grains, most dairy, and legumes, and I've already started to notice some decreases in my allergy symptoms.
I'm anxious to see if it continues to decrease me allergies and asthma.
I'll keep you updated on how it goes.
In the meantime, I'm actually really enjoying having to be creative and eat foods that weren't part of my regular on the go, grab something fast food. And for clarification, I don't mean fast food restaurants, I mean fast and easy to throw together food like sandwiches.
Wednesday, January 04, 2012
Saturday, December 31, 2011
If I was a Suzie homemaker...
Last spring I had a great realization. I realized I was putting a lot of things on hold because in my head, people don't do those things till they are married. I blogged about it.
I committed to living here and now, and not putting my life on hold because I wasn't married, even if it meant doing things at the end of a long day of work when I was tired.
I have always said "if I was a stay at home mom I would make my own... from scratch"
The list of things I would make from scratch is long.
So this week I decided to make my own laundry detergent for a variety of reason.
For some reason I thought it would be a long and complicated process.
Then I found a recipe on Pinterest.
I found out that it's not really that hard, and it doesn't really take very much time, and it would be WAY better for my super sensitive skin.
After a full day of work, I came home and I grated my bar soap.
and added water and washing soda and washing powder...
and while it was cooking I made my own disinfectant spray.
and I succeeded
and yes I have used my homemade laundry detergent to wash my clothes.
It felt very satisfying.
I committed to living here and now, and not putting my life on hold because I wasn't married, even if it meant doing things at the end of a long day of work when I was tired.
I have always said "if I was a stay at home mom I would make my own... from scratch"
The list of things I would make from scratch is long.
So this week I decided to make my own laundry detergent for a variety of reason.
For some reason I thought it would be a long and complicated process.
Then I found a recipe on Pinterest.
I found out that it's not really that hard, and it doesn't really take very much time, and it would be WAY better for my super sensitive skin.
After a full day of work, I came home and I grated my bar soap.
and added water and washing soda and washing powder...
and while it was cooking I made my own disinfectant spray.
and I succeeded
and yes I have used my homemade laundry detergent to wash my clothes.
It felt very satisfying.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Catching up on Thankful Thursday 12/22 and 12/29
911 solutions to my inability to wear earrings because of my metal allergies
912 getting to wear my Saudi gold
913 getting to drive around and see where my mom went to college
914 time to be crafty
915 getting to actually watch the Pats
916 safe drive to the airport
917 Cooking school with the fam {more on that later)
918 a possible way to treat my allergies and asthma that doesn't involve steroids
920 a laid back, drama free Christmas
921 a day with just my parents
922 one on one time with my little brother
923 one on one time with his girlfriend
924 my mom's laughter while getting pedicures
925 an awesome church on Christmas eve
926 getting to watch my niece and nephew open their gifts via skype
927 Christmas carols, all the verses, and the profound truths they convey
928 Sunset run with my brother
929 Sunrise run
930 decorating a Christmas tree with my family for the first time in years
931 taking in history
932 hearing stories from veterans who served our family
933 Sushi with the fam
934 God placing people in my path to encourage me as I make scary choices
935 Peace in my heart amidst the drama surrounding me
912 getting to wear my Saudi gold
913 getting to drive around and see where my mom went to college
914 time to be crafty
915 getting to actually watch the Pats
916 safe drive to the airport
917 Cooking school with the fam {more on that later)
918 a possible way to treat my allergies and asthma that doesn't involve steroids
920 a laid back, drama free Christmas
921 a day with just my parents
922 one on one time with my little brother
923 one on one time with his girlfriend
924 my mom's laughter while getting pedicures
925 an awesome church on Christmas eve
926 getting to watch my niece and nephew open their gifts via skype
927 Christmas carols, all the verses, and the profound truths they convey
928 Sunset run with my brother
929 Sunrise run
930 decorating a Christmas tree with my family for the first time in years
931 taking in history
932 hearing stories from veterans who served our family
933 Sushi with the fam
934 God placing people in my path to encourage me as I make scary choices
935 Peace in my heart amidst the drama surrounding me
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Packing Cubes
As I was wrapping presents today, I was thinking about the best presents I've ever given or received. I feel the need to highlight a few.
Last year for Christmas I got a gift from my best friend Arwen that I was excited about. I didn't realize how it would transform my life.
What I opened on Christmas morning was a package of packing cubes.
You can buy them here.
I had always had a problem with suitcase explosion. I would try to be strategic about my packing, putting my PJs on the top, but inevitably, within 24 hours of the start of a trip, the contents of the suitcase would be in a huge pile surrounding the suitcase.
After receiving the cubes, I tried several different arrangements over the course of the last year. I've finally come to a packing plan that works for me.
Specific cubes for whole specific outfits, socks and all. The picture below is the cube for the bus ride home outfit. I carry it into the gym with me before the game. It's amazing.
And now my suitcase looks like this.
What's more amazing than the fact that my suitcase starts out like this, is that it stays relatively like this for the duration of the trip. And yes that is a candle, yes it goes on the road with me.
Looking for a great gift for that person who travels a ton? Look no further than the packing cube.
Last year for Christmas I got a gift from my best friend Arwen that I was excited about. I didn't realize how it would transform my life.
What I opened on Christmas morning was a package of packing cubes.
You can buy them here.
I had always had a problem with suitcase explosion. I would try to be strategic about my packing, putting my PJs on the top, but inevitably, within 24 hours of the start of a trip, the contents of the suitcase would be in a huge pile surrounding the suitcase.
After receiving the cubes, I tried several different arrangements over the course of the last year. I've finally come to a packing plan that works for me.
Specific cubes for whole specific outfits, socks and all. The picture below is the cube for the bus ride home outfit. I carry it into the gym with me before the game. It's amazing.
And now my suitcase looks like this.
What's more amazing than the fact that my suitcase starts out like this, is that it stays relatively like this for the duration of the trip. And yes that is a candle, yes it goes on the road with me.
Looking for a great gift for that person who travels a ton? Look no further than the packing cube.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Entertaining Angels
I used to squirm about the idea of having people over to my house, mainly because I tend to compare myself to my mom in the area of hospitality. Anyone who knows my mom knows that she most definitely has the gift of hospitality.
I realized about a year ago that comparing myself to her was ridiculous. She is definitely one of the most generous people I know, but she also stayed at home almost my entire childhood, and she had domestic help in the form of what we Aramco Brats like to call the houseboy.
Our houseboy, Maurti, came twice a week, he vacuumed at lot, he did laundry, he washed the car, he did whatever my mom had on a list for him to do.
I don't have a houseboy, and I work more than 40 hours a week.
I started having people over more, but I also spent my free time beforehand trying to vacuum a lot.
Then life happened.
Then the girls in my Bible study wanted to have a function at my house, a game night for Christian single people we know. No couples allowed. No children allowed. No toddlers allowed.
I said okay and we started planning it.
We invited people.
THEN MY WORK SCHEDULE CHANGED. SHOCKER.
Then they were throwing a party at my house that I was going to be over an hour late to.
I didn't have time to scrub and clean and vacuum, and make sure there was lots of extra toilet paper in the bathroom, or to even clean the bathroom.
AND SOME HOW I WAS OKAY WITH THAT.
Truly a Christmas Miracle.
So Tuesday night I called to make sure they had gotten into my house okay, and then to tell them that all I had to drink was eggnog, and that I hadn't gotten around to making the spinach dip I was suppose to make.
And then an hour after the party started, I showed up. I walked into my house and they exclaimed "Cate, you're home! How was work!?" And it was just what I needed after a really long day at work. There were people I didn't know there. I thought for a second "Oh no, this is their first impression of me, my carpet has some dog hair on it, I only vacuumed it last week." And then I let it go, and had a great time.
I am not my mother. One day maybe, if I ever am blessed to be a stay at home mom, I will be able to throw parties remotely close to what my mom throws, and they will be awesome.
I am not in a season in life where I can do that right now, and that's okay.
But I can remember that the things I have aren't really mine, they were intrusted to me to bless others.
And I can remember that hospitality has many different looks.
And I can remember Hebrews 13:2 which says "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares."
I realized about a year ago that comparing myself to her was ridiculous. She is definitely one of the most generous people I know, but she also stayed at home almost my entire childhood, and she had domestic help in the form of what we Aramco Brats like to call the houseboy.
Our houseboy, Maurti, came twice a week, he vacuumed at lot, he did laundry, he washed the car, he did whatever my mom had on a list for him to do.
I don't have a houseboy, and I work more than 40 hours a week.
I started having people over more, but I also spent my free time beforehand trying to vacuum a lot.
Then life happened.
Then the girls in my Bible study wanted to have a function at my house, a game night for Christian single people we know. No couples allowed. No children allowed. No toddlers allowed.
I said okay and we started planning it.
We invited people.
THEN MY WORK SCHEDULE CHANGED. SHOCKER.
Then they were throwing a party at my house that I was going to be over an hour late to.
I didn't have time to scrub and clean and vacuum, and make sure there was lots of extra toilet paper in the bathroom, or to even clean the bathroom.
AND SOME HOW I WAS OKAY WITH THAT.
Truly a Christmas Miracle.
So Tuesday night I called to make sure they had gotten into my house okay, and then to tell them that all I had to drink was eggnog, and that I hadn't gotten around to making the spinach dip I was suppose to make.
And then an hour after the party started, I showed up. I walked into my house and they exclaimed "Cate, you're home! How was work!?" And it was just what I needed after a really long day at work. There were people I didn't know there. I thought for a second "Oh no, this is their first impression of me, my carpet has some dog hair on it, I only vacuumed it last week." And then I let it go, and had a great time.
I am not my mother. One day maybe, if I ever am blessed to be a stay at home mom, I will be able to throw parties remotely close to what my mom throws, and they will be awesome.
I am not in a season in life where I can do that right now, and that's okay.
But I can remember that the things I have aren't really mine, they were intrusted to me to bless others.
And I can remember that hospitality has many different looks.
And I can remember Hebrews 13:2 which says "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares."
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Thankful Thursday 12/15/2011
890 The sunset of 12/8/11
891 The ability to text photos
Making it as if Arwen is here shopping with me
892 Packing up and sending Christmas presents to my niece and nephew and smiling about what their reactions will be, I love giving gifts.
I love them
893 consistently good quiet times in God's Word
894 baptisms
895 Traditional Christmas music live with choir and ensemble
896 CS Lewis quotes
897 The constant reminder of the REASON we celebrate Christmas
896 safe travels
897 the reminder that my identity lies fully in Christ, and not in what I do, or whether we are win or not
898 unlimited cell phone minutes on the weekend
899 encouragement from friends
900 time away from the constant needs of lots of student athletes I work with to focus on the needs of just one
901 the kindness of musicians who play in our arena and use our locker rooms
902 amazing doctors who are so incredibly gifted and use their abilities to bring healing
903 my coworker's strange love for post-it-notes
904 this video
905 The reminder that God answers prayers
906 a fun night of games and hanging out with single people who aren't in college
907 that God has done so much in my heart that I let people throw a party at my house knowing I would be an hour or so late to it ( more on that later)
908 my biological family of missionaries and third culture kids, I LOVE that my cousin's sons' LOVE this song
909 time to craft
910 the sunrise on 12/9/11
891 The ability to text photos
Making it as if Arwen is here shopping with me
892 Packing up and sending Christmas presents to my niece and nephew and smiling about what their reactions will be, I love giving gifts.
I love them
893 consistently good quiet times in God's Word
894 baptisms
895 Traditional Christmas music live with choir and ensemble
896 CS Lewis quotes
897 The constant reminder of the REASON we celebrate Christmas
896 safe travels
897 the reminder that my identity lies fully in Christ, and not in what I do, or whether we are win or not
898 unlimited cell phone minutes on the weekend
899 encouragement from friends
900 time away from the constant needs of lots of student athletes I work with to focus on the needs of just one
901 the kindness of musicians who play in our arena and use our locker rooms
902 amazing doctors who are so incredibly gifted and use their abilities to bring healing
903 my coworker's strange love for post-it-notes
904 this video
905 The reminder that God answers prayers
906 a fun night of games and hanging out with single people who aren't in college
907 that God has done so much in my heart that I let people throw a party at my house knowing I would be an hour or so late to it ( more on that later)
908 my biological family of missionaries and third culture kids, I LOVE that my cousin's sons' LOVE this song
909 time to craft
910 the sunrise on 12/9/11
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Rejoice and be glad in it.
They are addicting, these websites of ideas.
Friends told me they would be.
If I wanted to, I could spend hours sifting through craft projects that would be fun, if I ever had the time. I could plan my vacations for the next 500 years. I could pin and stumble every detail of the wedding I hope to have someday. I could covet the houses of people I will never know.
Last night, as I finally caved and perused the pictures on pinterest, one thought kept coming to mind, how could I possibly spend that much money on my house, knowing that half a world away, and in my own town, people are scraping by trying to put food on the table.
How could I justify a walk in closet that is thousands of square feet, when I know there are children sleeping on a dirt floor under a tarp? How can I want granite counter tops, when my old formica (or whatever) are just fine and I've held orphan babies in Africa, wishing as a 21 year-old that I could bring them home to my apartment?
I don't think it's wrong to have or want nice things. I don't think it's wrong to remodel a completely dysfunctional kitchen. I don't think it's wrong to take nice vacations, or have nice clothing. But where is the line between need, and want, and excess?
Don't get me wrong, there are great recipes and craft ideas on both stumbleupon and pinterest. I found the mug brownies that way.
But where is the balance between accumulating and decorating, and living and giving? And I'm not talking about cute do it yourself gifts for all your friends.
The Christmas season here in America always seems to heighten my awareness off it. Having grown up so far removed from the Christmas mall shopping frenzy, it overwhelms me.
Recently I read this blog. Jen Hatmaker talks about how she and her husband have changed how they do Christmas. Each person in the family gets something they want, something they need, something to wear, and something to read. Her children also get something to give away.
Even more extreme than Jen Hatmaker was this blog post by Ann Voskamp, whose family for 10 years has stopped giving gifts to each other and instead gives gifts to people who don't have what they need.
I don't have kids, I'm not even married, so I don't have to make decisions about how I will create Christmas for kids.
But I do have a choice about how many commercials I watch, how much window shopping I do, how much planning of things that God hasn't brought into my life yet I choose to participate in. I can choose not to buy into the idea that the amount of love you have for someone is a direct correlation to how much money you spend on their gifts. I can choose not to compete in that race to get the best gift for one person or another, knowing that my worth as a person has no dependency on whether my gift was the most appreciated or coveted, or not.
I can choose to live my life here and now, focused on what God has for me today, or I can miss all of that because I'm wishing life was different.
It's not easy, but today and hopefully tomorrow I will choose to focus on what He has for me, and not compare myself to others. This is the day He has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it.
Friends told me they would be.
If I wanted to, I could spend hours sifting through craft projects that would be fun, if I ever had the time. I could plan my vacations for the next 500 years. I could pin and stumble every detail of the wedding I hope to have someday. I could covet the houses of people I will never know.
Last night, as I finally caved and perused the pictures on pinterest, one thought kept coming to mind, how could I possibly spend that much money on my house, knowing that half a world away, and in my own town, people are scraping by trying to put food on the table.
How could I justify a walk in closet that is thousands of square feet, when I know there are children sleeping on a dirt floor under a tarp? How can I want granite counter tops, when my old formica (or whatever) are just fine and I've held orphan babies in Africa, wishing as a 21 year-old that I could bring them home to my apartment?
I don't think it's wrong to have or want nice things. I don't think it's wrong to remodel a completely dysfunctional kitchen. I don't think it's wrong to take nice vacations, or have nice clothing. But where is the line between need, and want, and excess?
Don't get me wrong, there are great recipes and craft ideas on both stumbleupon and pinterest. I found the mug brownies that way.
But where is the balance between accumulating and decorating, and living and giving? And I'm not talking about cute do it yourself gifts for all your friends.
The Christmas season here in America always seems to heighten my awareness off it. Having grown up so far removed from the Christmas mall shopping frenzy, it overwhelms me.
Recently I read this blog. Jen Hatmaker talks about how she and her husband have changed how they do Christmas. Each person in the family gets something they want, something they need, something to wear, and something to read. Her children also get something to give away.
Even more extreme than Jen Hatmaker was this blog post by Ann Voskamp, whose family for 10 years has stopped giving gifts to each other and instead gives gifts to people who don't have what they need.
I don't have kids, I'm not even married, so I don't have to make decisions about how I will create Christmas for kids.
But I do have a choice about how many commercials I watch, how much window shopping I do, how much planning of things that God hasn't brought into my life yet I choose to participate in. I can choose not to buy into the idea that the amount of love you have for someone is a direct correlation to how much money you spend on their gifts. I can choose not to compete in that race to get the best gift for one person or another, knowing that my worth as a person has no dependency on whether my gift was the most appreciated or coveted, or not.
I can choose to live my life here and now, focused on what God has for me today, or I can miss all of that because I'm wishing life was different.
It's not easy, but today and hopefully tomorrow I will choose to focus on what He has for me, and not compare myself to others. This is the day He has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it.
Thursday, December 08, 2011
Thankful Thursday 12/8/2011
875 being home to go to church on a Sunday
876 the friends who called or texted to check on me when I was sick
877 a doctor who knows me well enough to just believe me and call in drugs
878 just hanging out on a Sunday night
879 the inspiring friends I have the great privilege of knowing, who spend their lives running hard after God, and daily impacting eternity
880 my BFF's husband who gives straightforward advice about dating, and also waves at the phone with his feet
881 being home to dig into the Word with the girls on a Monday night
882 God just completely showing me that He still works miracles in people's hearts, and that I shouldn't ever think anyone is ever beyond His help
883 celebrating the accomplishments of my students
884 that 2, yes 2!!!! young women that I know are getting baptized this Sunday! 2!
885 long talks with my mom
886 time to clean my house and catch up
887 sitting writing Christmas cards, smiling about various people that God has blessed my life with
888 profound moments in the grocery store checkout
889 this video
876 the friends who called or texted to check on me when I was sick
877 a doctor who knows me well enough to just believe me and call in drugs
878 just hanging out on a Sunday night
879 the inspiring friends I have the great privilege of knowing, who spend their lives running hard after God, and daily impacting eternity
880 my BFF's husband who gives straightforward advice about dating, and also waves at the phone with his feet
881 being home to dig into the Word with the girls on a Monday night
882 God just completely showing me that He still works miracles in people's hearts, and that I shouldn't ever think anyone is ever beyond His help
883 celebrating the accomplishments of my students
884 that 2, yes 2!!!! young women that I know are getting baptized this Sunday! 2!
885 long talks with my mom
886 time to clean my house and catch up
887 sitting writing Christmas cards, smiling about various people that God has blessed my life with
888 profound moments in the grocery store checkout
889 this video
Wednesday, December 07, 2011
kindness
This semester I have really enjoyed the group of students I have had the privilege of teaching. One day about mid semester two of them hung around after class. They wanted to tell me how much they were enjoying my class, how it was their favorite. I tell you this not because I think I am a good instructor, but because that made my whole day. I can't tell you how much those words encouraged me. I walked to my car with extra bounce in my step. I thought to myself, how often do I think these things about others, but I don't take the time to tell them. I am so thankful for those 2 students.
I started to make a point of consciously telling people when I was inspired by them, or encouraged by them. But it was all with people I know and interact with regularly.
The other day I went to the grocery store. I had nothing in my fridge. I had nothing in my cabinets. I'd been gone so much.
I was running through the store with glee. I'm not joking, I was so excited to be eating foods that I like. Also there was pomelo in the store, which is my favorite fruit other than mango, and which no one else seems to ever have heard of.
I got to the checkout line with my cart full of greek yogurt and produce. The lady in front of me was unloading her cart. She had lots of meats, beef, chicken, salmon. She had lots of beans, pintos, blackeyed peas, etc... She had regular milk, and almond milk. She had veggies. She had cheese cloth. She had a serious look on her face. She kept consulting her list.
I said "I don't know what you are cooking at your house, but I want to come over to eat."
She smiled a sheepish grin, and then in a thick accent said "we don't eat out much." And she smiled through the whole rest of her checkout process.
Then as she walked away she said "I hope you have a very nice day."
And I thought, "seriously Cate, how hard was that? Why don't I do things like that, say things like that more often?"
How hard is it to look up from what we are doing and notice others?
How hard is it to say a kind word to a stranger? How can I make this a habit and not an anomaly?
I think the answer is to make a conscious effort, and hope that over time it comes more naturally, becomes second nature.
In Luke 10, just before Jesus tells the story of the good Samaritan, he is asked what one must do to inherit eternal life. Jesus' answer is simple, love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, strength, and mind. Secondly He says we should love our neighbor as ourselves. His answer is quickly followed by a second question, who is my neighbor? To this question, He answers with the story of the good Samaritan. I think most of us know it. If not, you can read it here.
I think that to love my neighbor involves more than just saying kind words, but maybe that is a good place to start.
I started to make a point of consciously telling people when I was inspired by them, or encouraged by them. But it was all with people I know and interact with regularly.
The other day I went to the grocery store. I had nothing in my fridge. I had nothing in my cabinets. I'd been gone so much.
I was running through the store with glee. I'm not joking, I was so excited to be eating foods that I like. Also there was pomelo in the store, which is my favorite fruit other than mango, and which no one else seems to ever have heard of.
I got to the checkout line with my cart full of greek yogurt and produce. The lady in front of me was unloading her cart. She had lots of meats, beef, chicken, salmon. She had lots of beans, pintos, blackeyed peas, etc... She had regular milk, and almond milk. She had veggies. She had cheese cloth. She had a serious look on her face. She kept consulting her list.
I said "I don't know what you are cooking at your house, but I want to come over to eat."
She smiled a sheepish grin, and then in a thick accent said "we don't eat out much." And she smiled through the whole rest of her checkout process.
Then as she walked away she said "I hope you have a very nice day."
And I thought, "seriously Cate, how hard was that? Why don't I do things like that, say things like that more often?"
How hard is it to look up from what we are doing and notice others?
How hard is it to say a kind word to a stranger? How can I make this a habit and not an anomaly?
I think the answer is to make a conscious effort, and hope that over time it comes more naturally, becomes second nature.
In Luke 10, just before Jesus tells the story of the good Samaritan, he is asked what one must do to inherit eternal life. Jesus' answer is simple, love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, strength, and mind. Secondly He says we should love our neighbor as ourselves. His answer is quickly followed by a second question, who is my neighbor? To this question, He answers with the story of the good Samaritan. I think most of us know it. If not, you can read it here.
I think that to love my neighbor involves more than just saying kind words, but maybe that is a good place to start.
Friday, December 02, 2011
Hurt
A couple weeks ago, I was reading along as Ann Voskamp went with her husband to Ecuador. All of her posts from that trip with Compassion really convicted me, but one in particular had me tearing up.
As I thought about how little I do in my own life, with the time and resources I have been given, I was struck by something else. There are lots of hurting people the world over. Here I was sad for a young man I am likely to never meet. How many hurting people are there in my community, how many hurting people do I interact with daily, without even noticing? Who is their voice? Who will help them?
There is suffering, there are hurting people all around us. We like to sterilize our lives from it. We like to pretend that there aren't hurting people in close proximity to us. We like to section them off, not drive down those streets. If we pretend they aren't there, we don't have to do something. Doing something generally costs us something. It costs time, finances, emotions. Doing something involves risk and personal sacrifice.
We like to send money, or travel to foreign countries for a week or two to help hurting people. That isn't a bad thing. When we use those trips and that money as an excuse to ignore the hurting people in our backyard though, that is a problem.
I think sometimes it's easier to worry about the hurting people half a world away, and give money, than it is to worry about the hurting people who live in my neighborhood, and get my hands dirty and my heart involved...
As I thought about how little I do in my own life, with the time and resources I have been given, I was struck by something else. There are lots of hurting people the world over. Here I was sad for a young man I am likely to never meet. How many hurting people are there in my community, how many hurting people do I interact with daily, without even noticing? Who is their voice? Who will help them?
There is suffering, there are hurting people all around us. We like to sterilize our lives from it. We like to pretend that there aren't hurting people in close proximity to us. We like to section them off, not drive down those streets. If we pretend they aren't there, we don't have to do something. Doing something generally costs us something. It costs time, finances, emotions. Doing something involves risk and personal sacrifice.
We like to send money, or travel to foreign countries for a week or two to help hurting people. That isn't a bad thing. When we use those trips and that money as an excuse to ignore the hurting people in our backyard though, that is a problem.
I think sometimes it's easier to worry about the hurting people half a world away, and give money, than it is to worry about the hurting people who live in my neighborhood, and get my hands dirty and my heart involved...
Thursday, December 01, 2011
Thankful Thursday 12/1/2011
859 No matter how long it's been since we talked, no matter the distance between us, my Saudi family is always there for each other when we need each other
860 The gift of donated organs
861 The peace that comes when someone who died was clear about their faith beforehand
862 Remembering hilarious things my brother has done, that make me laugh (The "shark attack", the lawyer on the beach, the change at Sully's)
You know, cause most family photos look like that...
863 a morning to sleep in and catch up on some much needed rest
864 getting to help a friend with homework on a topic I love
865 God's clear hand in the midst of really hard times
866 a movie night with some of the girls
867 God's Word encouraging me about circumstances I currently find myself in
868 smooth travel
869 caterers showing up
870 FROZEN YOGURT
871 an encouraging message from a friend reminding me to wait patiently on the Lord
872 This Louie Giglio video
873 God really giving me clarity
874 the reminder that it's not what we say, it's how we live
860 The gift of donated organs
861 The peace that comes when someone who died was clear about their faith beforehand
862 Remembering hilarious things my brother has done, that make me laugh (The "shark attack", the lawyer on the beach, the change at Sully's)
You know, cause most family photos look like that...
863 a morning to sleep in and catch up on some much needed rest
864 getting to help a friend with homework on a topic I love
865 God's clear hand in the midst of really hard times
866 a movie night with some of the girls
867 God's Word encouraging me about circumstances I currently find myself in
868 smooth travel
869 caterers showing up
870 FROZEN YOGURT
871 an encouraging message from a friend reminding me to wait patiently on the Lord
872 This Louie Giglio video
873 God really giving me clarity
874 the reminder that it's not what we say, it's how we live
Saturday, November 26, 2011
And they shall call it... THE DECEMBER HOLIDAY
I posted this last year on Facebook, and as I was putting up my tree again this year, I thought about it again.
I think one of the greatest fears for my parents who raised their children overseas was that their kids would miss out on life back here in the states. They feared we would miss out on strong relationships by not living near grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins. Around holidays like Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter that fear was heightened and so I think they may have overcompensated a bit. Not in the magnitude of gifts given, but in the traditions they created for our family, and the traditions we participated in within our community. My mom and her friend Danielle threw an immense Christmas tea. My parents gave us tree ornaments that in someway represented things we had done, or seen, or places we had traveled, or our life in the Middle East that year. We caroled with our youth group at peoples houses. We had dinner with other families before or after the Christmas eve service, depending on what time it was. My mom cooked an immense amount of cookies. We read Christmas books. We had the visitor from the north. I even wrote him a letter about how to break in through the sliding door since our houses didn't have chimneys. This morning at church my pastor was talking about the Lottie Moon fund which supports foreign missionaries, and for which the southern baptist convention collects funds during December. I couldn't help but think about the annual Dorcas bizarre and chili cook off put on by the women of the fellowship I grew up in. Because we lived in a country where Christmas decorations and such were pretty much not available, the women spent most of the year meeting weekly to craft their own. They used everything and anything imaginable, from beautiful fabrics and laces to paperclips and the metal tops of frozen juice concentrate cans.
Paper clip ice skates :)
The orange juice lid, one of my all time favorites.
This may look like an ugly cat with a jacket, but when I look at this ornament, I think of Arpy Tarakjian. Anyone who knows Ms Arpy, knows that every time I look at this ornament, I smile.
I was reminded of the hours of time my mother and her friends spent crafting as I decorated my tree this afternoon. As I placed ornaments on the tree, I thought of specific women who created various items, I thought about the time they had spent on those things, which ultimately raised funds for missions in places like India, thousands and thousands of dollars, and I thought about the time those women spent on me, teaching me things like a love for God's Word, His Work, and His people. I was reminded of the anticipation that built as the sale grew closer, and the men started to organize their contribution, the chili and cornbread dinner. I remembered helping my mom and her friends frantically finish pricing items as women lined up outside to come into the sale. It was our own small scale version of black friday. I thought about the Thanksgiving and Christmas mornings after Desert Storm, when we would stand in the "cold" waiting for the 3 or 4 service men we would have in our home for my mom's unbelievable roast and the fun it was to take those members of the US military to the beach. I remember showing some of them the ocean for the first time in their lives. I remember the first time I went to a mall at Christmas time here in the States. I was 15, it was an overwhelming experience. Yes we may have missed out on crazy shopping frenzy, and mall traffic. We may have missed out on snow. I never spent a holiday with my paternal grandfather, ever, before he died, maybe the 1 thing I wish could have been different. But I am grateful, for the experiences and memories we did have. And I am grateful that every year I can pull out my Christmas decorations, and put names, faces, and memories to so many people who helped shape me. Thanks
I think one of the greatest fears for my parents who raised their children overseas was that their kids would miss out on life back here in the states. They feared we would miss out on strong relationships by not living near grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins. Around holidays like Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter that fear was heightened and so I think they may have overcompensated a bit. Not in the magnitude of gifts given, but in the traditions they created for our family, and the traditions we participated in within our community. My mom and her friend Danielle threw an immense Christmas tea. My parents gave us tree ornaments that in someway represented things we had done, or seen, or places we had traveled, or our life in the Middle East that year. We caroled with our youth group at peoples houses. We had dinner with other families before or after the Christmas eve service, depending on what time it was. My mom cooked an immense amount of cookies. We read Christmas books. We had the visitor from the north. I even wrote him a letter about how to break in through the sliding door since our houses didn't have chimneys. This morning at church my pastor was talking about the Lottie Moon fund which supports foreign missionaries, and for which the southern baptist convention collects funds during December. I couldn't help but think about the annual Dorcas bizarre and chili cook off put on by the women of the fellowship I grew up in. Because we lived in a country where Christmas decorations and such were pretty much not available, the women spent most of the year meeting weekly to craft their own. They used everything and anything imaginable, from beautiful fabrics and laces to paperclips and the metal tops of frozen juice concentrate cans.
Paper clip ice skates :)
The orange juice lid, one of my all time favorites.
This may look like an ugly cat with a jacket, but when I look at this ornament, I think of Arpy Tarakjian. Anyone who knows Ms Arpy, knows that every time I look at this ornament, I smile.
I was reminded of the hours of time my mother and her friends spent crafting as I decorated my tree this afternoon. As I placed ornaments on the tree, I thought of specific women who created various items, I thought about the time they had spent on those things, which ultimately raised funds for missions in places like India, thousands and thousands of dollars, and I thought about the time those women spent on me, teaching me things like a love for God's Word, His Work, and His people. I was reminded of the anticipation that built as the sale grew closer, and the men started to organize their contribution, the chili and cornbread dinner. I remembered helping my mom and her friends frantically finish pricing items as women lined up outside to come into the sale. It was our own small scale version of black friday. I thought about the Thanksgiving and Christmas mornings after Desert Storm, when we would stand in the "cold" waiting for the 3 or 4 service men we would have in our home for my mom's unbelievable roast and the fun it was to take those members of the US military to the beach. I remember showing some of them the ocean for the first time in their lives. I remember the first time I went to a mall at Christmas time here in the States. I was 15, it was an overwhelming experience. Yes we may have missed out on crazy shopping frenzy, and mall traffic. We may have missed out on snow. I never spent a holiday with my paternal grandfather, ever, before he died, maybe the 1 thing I wish could have been different. But I am grateful, for the experiences and memories we did have. And I am grateful that every year I can pull out my Christmas decorations, and put names, faces, and memories to so many people who helped shape me. Thanks
Friday, November 25, 2011
Thankful Thursday 11/24/2011
836. staying connected with people even though I've been traveling a lot
837. Not having to drive
838. being able to be at friends' wedding
839. The show teenage and pregnant leading to the Gospel
840. Safe Clarence the driver
841. candles
842. Spiritual conversations while on the road
843. watching God move in peoples' lives
844. an unexpected care package from my family
845. trusting my gut and making a friend go to the hospital
846. a friend's 10 day old baby making it through heart surgery
847. Quiet places and a park to run through in the downtown of a city
848. encouragement and perspective from a friend
849. sweet notes from a friend to remind me that I am not alone
850. people responding when I blow my bicycle horn
851. safe travel
852. a day to celebrate being thankful
853. family, real and fictive
854. "that's completely rational for a girl brain, life isn't reality, it's a romance novel with Fabio on the cover"
855. accountability
856. this song
857. silence
858. working headphones
837. Not having to drive
838. being able to be at friends' wedding
839. The show teenage and pregnant leading to the Gospel
840. Safe Clarence the driver
841. candles
842. Spiritual conversations while on the road
843. watching God move in peoples' lives
844. an unexpected care package from my family
845. trusting my gut and making a friend go to the hospital
846. a friend's 10 day old baby making it through heart surgery
847. Quiet places and a park to run through in the downtown of a city
848. encouragement and perspective from a friend
849. sweet notes from a friend to remind me that I am not alone
850. people responding when I blow my bicycle horn
851. safe travel
852. a day to celebrate being thankful
853. family, real and fictive
854. "that's completely rational for a girl brain, life isn't reality, it's a romance novel with Fabio on the cover"
855. accountability
856. this song
857. silence
858. working headphones
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
The Ducks
This morning I went for a run in downtown Huntsville, AL. After any beach, anywhere, it's one of my favorite places to run. There is a great park, and though it is a city, it is not an excessively busy city so having to cross streets isn't really a problem. It's pretty clean and safe looking also.
Often I do a lot of thinking when I run. I figure out a lot solutions to problems. I think about what I have been reading in God's Word. I pray a lot for people and about situations while I run.
This past weekend some friends got married. I am extremely happy for them, and I am thankful that throughout their relationship, they have chosen to honor God, choose His best. To some of our other friends, who are not Christians, this was very confusing. Some weren't exactly understanding, some were outright mean about it all.
So as I was running I was thinking about how hard it is sometimes to choose God's best in a world that tells us to do what we want, what feels good, take what we want.
Discipline, self-control, selflessness, these are not traits that our society holds high.
I was thinking about how counter cultural it has become, to not sleep with someone until you are married to them, or to ask the dad's permission, or to put the needs of someone else before your own. I was thinking about how quick people are to form opinions, because I choose not to swear, because I choose not to drink, because I would prefer not to speak harsh things about others or to others, make fun of others.
At the very end of the run, I came across this group of ducks.
It was God's reminder to me, that yes, sometimes it's hard, but ultimately, if we are His children, we are called to a higher standard. We are called to stand out.
Often I do a lot of thinking when I run. I figure out a lot solutions to problems. I think about what I have been reading in God's Word. I pray a lot for people and about situations while I run.
This past weekend some friends got married. I am extremely happy for them, and I am thankful that throughout their relationship, they have chosen to honor God, choose His best. To some of our other friends, who are not Christians, this was very confusing. Some weren't exactly understanding, some were outright mean about it all.
So as I was running I was thinking about how hard it is sometimes to choose God's best in a world that tells us to do what we want, what feels good, take what we want.
Discipline, self-control, selflessness, these are not traits that our society holds high.
I was thinking about how counter cultural it has become, to not sleep with someone until you are married to them, or to ask the dad's permission, or to put the needs of someone else before your own. I was thinking about how quick people are to form opinions, because I choose not to swear, because I choose not to drink, because I would prefer not to speak harsh things about others or to others, make fun of others.
At the very end of the run, I came across this group of ducks.
It was God's reminder to me, that yes, sometimes it's hard, but ultimately, if we are His children, we are called to a higher standard. We are called to stand out.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Thankful Thursday 11/17/2011
818 safe travels
819 really fun basketball games
820 contentment
821 the gift of tickets to good, God honoring concert
822 good talks with my road roomie
823 laughing so hard I can't breath
824 camp people
825 the reminder that He isn't done with me yet
826 music that reminds me of truths about God's faithfulness
827 awesome sunsets
828 a broken heart for hurting people in a world where it's easy to be numb
829 the gift of teaching a group of students who love learning
830 Polo
831 hard rain during the night
832 Godly men who love, lead, and provide for their families, or want that in the future
833 looking back and seeing all that God has done in a friend's life
834 answered prayer
835 generosity
819 really fun basketball games
820 contentment
821 the gift of tickets to good, God honoring concert
822 good talks with my road roomie
823 laughing so hard I can't breath
824 camp people
825 the reminder that He isn't done with me yet
826 music that reminds me of truths about God's faithfulness
827 awesome sunsets
828 a broken heart for hurting people in a world where it's easy to be numb
829 the gift of teaching a group of students who love learning
830 Polo
831 hard rain during the night
832 Godly men who love, lead, and provide for their families, or want that in the future
833 looking back and seeing all that God has done in a friend's life
834 answered prayer
835 generosity
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Pilgrims
This morning I was having a good old session of wallow. I was sad that next week is Thanksgiving, and that for the first time in 5? years, I will not be in a hotel somewhere with a team, but will not have enough time off to be with family, or to drive 3-4 hours to any one of a few friends from Saudi to spend the day with them. I felt sorry for myself.
Then I went on a run. It was a very windy run. As I put one foot in front of the other, at times making little progress, I thought about Thanksgiving, the holiday.
This past summer my mom and I took an impromptu, spontaneous trip to Plymouth Rock. I was mad about it at first, I had intended to spend the day with my brother and his family, but there had been some miscommunication. I cherish my time in New England because it is so limited and I was mad that I wasn't able to spend the day with friends or family who live up there. Once I got over my frustration, I realized it was some one on one time with Mom, which I also cherish and don't get very much of.
So off to Plymouth Rock we drove.
We viewed the rock itself.
We walked around.
That's Burial Hill where several of the original pilgrims are buried, as well as Squanto.
Plymouth is really not that exciting and I don't recommended it as a high priority when touring New England, but it was good to hang out with my Mom. I made her do "crazy" things like stop in the middle of the road with no cars behind us to take a picture.
As I was running on my lunch break, I thought back to that day in Plymouth. I thought about how good it was to be with my Mom, and how I would have missed that had I not quickly had an attitude adjustment.
I thought back to the people who crossed over the Atlantic, on the original Mayflower back in 1620. They started out with 102 passengers plus crew who were looking to go to a new place where they could have freedom to worship God in ways they felt they should.
That is the Mayflower II, a replica of the original.
The first Thanksgiving in the fall of 1621 there were 53 surviving pilgrims. More than half of the people who originally set out to come to a new land, to pursue religious freedom had died. And yet they gave thanks, for the ways God had provided for them. They celebrated their first harvest in a new land. Edward Winslow said it like this "And although it be not always so plentiful, as it was at this time with us, yet by the goodness of God, we are so far from want, that we often wish you partakers of our plenty."
I cannot imagine all the hardships and fears that those remaining 53 had endured over the course of the previous year. I cannot imagine the loss they felt as so many had died. And yet their perspective was that because of the goodness of God, they were so far from want.
Recently there has been a phrase tossed around a lot at work. We comment that this or that is a first world problem. For example, the spotty internet on the bus while traveling down the interstate, keeping me from imbedding YouTube videos into PowerPoint presentations is a first world problem. First world problems are miniscule when compared with third world problems, like having clean water to drink.
Today I read this blog by one of my favorite authors.
I was reminded of 1 Thessalonians 5 where we are commanded to rejoice always, pray continually, and give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.
How many times do I spend my time wallowing, ungrateful for what I have been given, only to miss the blessing because of my shortsightedness?
I have no idea what next Thursday will look like. I do know that He will be there with me, and I don't want to miss whatever circumstance He gives me to be grateful for because my eyes were focused on the wrong thing.
Then I went on a run. It was a very windy run. As I put one foot in front of the other, at times making little progress, I thought about Thanksgiving, the holiday.
This past summer my mom and I took an impromptu, spontaneous trip to Plymouth Rock. I was mad about it at first, I had intended to spend the day with my brother and his family, but there had been some miscommunication. I cherish my time in New England because it is so limited and I was mad that I wasn't able to spend the day with friends or family who live up there. Once I got over my frustration, I realized it was some one on one time with Mom, which I also cherish and don't get very much of.
So off to Plymouth Rock we drove.
We viewed the rock itself.
We walked around.
That's Burial Hill where several of the original pilgrims are buried, as well as Squanto.
Plymouth is really not that exciting and I don't recommended it as a high priority when touring New England, but it was good to hang out with my Mom. I made her do "crazy" things like stop in the middle of the road with no cars behind us to take a picture.
As I was running on my lunch break, I thought back to that day in Plymouth. I thought about how good it was to be with my Mom, and how I would have missed that had I not quickly had an attitude adjustment.
I thought back to the people who crossed over the Atlantic, on the original Mayflower back in 1620. They started out with 102 passengers plus crew who were looking to go to a new place where they could have freedom to worship God in ways they felt they should.
That is the Mayflower II, a replica of the original.
The first Thanksgiving in the fall of 1621 there were 53 surviving pilgrims. More than half of the people who originally set out to come to a new land, to pursue religious freedom had died. And yet they gave thanks, for the ways God had provided for them. They celebrated their first harvest in a new land. Edward Winslow said it like this "And although it be not always so plentiful, as it was at this time with us, yet by the goodness of God, we are so far from want, that we often wish you partakers of our plenty."
I cannot imagine all the hardships and fears that those remaining 53 had endured over the course of the previous year. I cannot imagine the loss they felt as so many had died. And yet their perspective was that because of the goodness of God, they were so far from want.
Recently there has been a phrase tossed around a lot at work. We comment that this or that is a first world problem. For example, the spotty internet on the bus while traveling down the interstate, keeping me from imbedding YouTube videos into PowerPoint presentations is a first world problem. First world problems are miniscule when compared with third world problems, like having clean water to drink.
Today I read this blog by one of my favorite authors.
I was reminded of 1 Thessalonians 5 where we are commanded to rejoice always, pray continually, and give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.
How many times do I spend my time wallowing, ungrateful for what I have been given, only to miss the blessing because of my shortsightedness?
I have no idea what next Thursday will look like. I do know that He will be there with me, and I don't want to miss whatever circumstance He gives me to be grateful for because my eyes were focused on the wrong thing.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Thankful Thursday 11/10/2011
801 my "little" brother who makes me laugh
802 long runs
803 running into friends while running errands
804 impromptu movie nights
805 the reminder that most of my problems are first world problems, so really they aren't actual problems
806 Hilarious moments that keep me laughing for days
807 that I am a citizen of a country that allows me to vote
808 an opportunity to teach my students about how to vote in my exercise science class
809 old school youtube videos of Christian musicians
810 amazing weather
811 amazing talks with my running buddy
812 my Sunday school class, love them, so thankful for them
813 music to live to my life to
814 the realization that had I not stepped out in faith, I would have missed out on so much blessing
815 realizing a God moment and taking time to be in it
816 hearing a good friend talk about an opportunity to share a hard part of her past with another sister in Christ who is walking through a similar hard place right now
817 getting to give rides to church :)
802 long runs
803 running into friends while running errands
804 impromptu movie nights
805 the reminder that most of my problems are first world problems, so really they aren't actual problems
806 Hilarious moments that keep me laughing for days
807 that I am a citizen of a country that allows me to vote
808 an opportunity to teach my students about how to vote in my exercise science class
809 old school youtube videos of Christian musicians
810 amazing weather
811 amazing talks with my running buddy
812 my Sunday school class, love them, so thankful for them
813 music to live to my life to
814 the realization that had I not stepped out in faith, I would have missed out on so much blessing
815 realizing a God moment and taking time to be in it
816 hearing a good friend talk about an opportunity to share a hard part of her past with another sister in Christ who is walking through a similar hard place right now
817 getting to give rides to church :)
Monday, November 07, 2011
The Commissioner of Agriculture
It is not lost on me that though I grew up in the Middle East, I was born a citizen of the United States. I am incredibly grateful that I have a say in deciding who is going to run the government that runs my country. While women in the country where I was raised are still fighting for an opportunity simply to drive a car, I am given the opportunity tomorrow to get in my car, well truck, drive to the polls and cast my vote.
I read this morning that officials are expecting less than 25% of the population to come out to the polls. This to me is a great travesty. It completely blows my mind.
I remember one time, I think it was a presidential election, I had to stand on line and wait. There were two very tall men who were friends on either side of me, they were talking above me. This is fairly common for me, considering that I'm am incredibly short compared to my family, and I work with very tall people.
Anyway, the night before I had gone through and made myself a cheat sheet to take to the polls so I would remember who I wanted to vote for in the local races, and whether I wanted to vote yes or no on item 72. Anyone who has ever voted knows that there are always local items on the ballot, and if you don't prepare, you have no idea what to vote. Unfortunately many people often vote based on name recognition or party without actually knowing who or what they are voting for. Because my parents always voted absentee when we were kids, I actually got to watch them read the directions, and go through and punch holes in the right squares. I knew before the first time I ever voted that there would be more than just the question about the president.
Back to the taller than me men, one of them looked down at my organized paper and said "we have to vote on all that?"
"yes"
"can I borrow your paper?"
Ummm...
So this morning, with an election tomorrow, I was working on my list. There isn't too much on the ballot this time. I especially appreciate the website that has the spreadsheet with each candidates' ideals. I don't appreciate the candidates that don't answer the questions. I mainly ignore the campaigning until about the week before and then go read about all the candidates.
A side note, I think a great way to reduce the cost and waste associated with campaigning would be to just have everyone answer the questions, and then have people vote based on that info. Candidates could create their own websites too and call it a day. It would be pretty much free.
Back to the election. This year I will be voting on the commissioner of agriculture, which in Kentucky seems to be a decently important position. With the horse industry in the middle of the state and the corn, soy bean, wheat, and tobacco production here is west Kentucky, agriculture is a big source of state revenue.
So I was reading about the two candidates, which I previously knew nothing about. Let me break it down for you. The democratic candidate is a guy whose last name is Farmer. He has worked in private business, in marketing and advertising. He has no farming experience, he said so himself. He wants to heavily market the agricultural industry. He also has never held a public office before, another thing he stated himself. As I drove home for lunch I noticed his catchy "Farmer Bob" signs. A little misleading I think.
The other guy, the republican candidate, has a nondescript name. He has always worked in farming. He has also held office in the state house of representatives. He has held other leadership roles within Kentucky agriculture. I think he raises beef cattle, but don't quote me. He wants to increase export of Kentucky products, increase rural development, protect Kentucky agriculture, and lastly, one small statement about using social media and other modern marketing techniques to market Kentucky agriculture better.
My co-worker and I were discussing this, and the other candidates in the other races. He, thankfully, takes voting seriously, he will probably wear an "I voted" sticker all day tomorrow. He said "yeah because so many farmers check facebook as they drive their tractors."
But then I got to thinking about it. The guy that first helped me figure out how to use my iphone is an Ag major, he is from a soybean and corn growing family. He actually gets daily texts about the market value of wheat, corn, and soybeans. I am not kidding. My East Coast, and West Coast, and Canadian friends are probably laughing. He has also fixed my internet in hotels on team trips.
I'm not sure for sure who to vote for yet, I need to talk to some people.
But my question is this, of the 25% of people (or less) who will actually show up to vote tomorrow, how many of them will think about who they are voting for on any item other than governor before arriving at the polls? And how many of them will vote for the guy named Farmer, just because of his name?
I read this morning that officials are expecting less than 25% of the population to come out to the polls. This to me is a great travesty. It completely blows my mind.
I remember one time, I think it was a presidential election, I had to stand on line and wait. There were two very tall men who were friends on either side of me, they were talking above me. This is fairly common for me, considering that I'm am incredibly short compared to my family, and I work with very tall people.
Anyway, the night before I had gone through and made myself a cheat sheet to take to the polls so I would remember who I wanted to vote for in the local races, and whether I wanted to vote yes or no on item 72. Anyone who has ever voted knows that there are always local items on the ballot, and if you don't prepare, you have no idea what to vote. Unfortunately many people often vote based on name recognition or party without actually knowing who or what they are voting for. Because my parents always voted absentee when we were kids, I actually got to watch them read the directions, and go through and punch holes in the right squares. I knew before the first time I ever voted that there would be more than just the question about the president.
Back to the taller than me men, one of them looked down at my organized paper and said "we have to vote on all that?"
"yes"
"can I borrow your paper?"
Ummm...
So this morning, with an election tomorrow, I was working on my list. There isn't too much on the ballot this time. I especially appreciate the website that has the spreadsheet with each candidates' ideals. I don't appreciate the candidates that don't answer the questions. I mainly ignore the campaigning until about the week before and then go read about all the candidates.
A side note, I think a great way to reduce the cost and waste associated with campaigning would be to just have everyone answer the questions, and then have people vote based on that info. Candidates could create their own websites too and call it a day. It would be pretty much free.
Back to the election. This year I will be voting on the commissioner of agriculture, which in Kentucky seems to be a decently important position. With the horse industry in the middle of the state and the corn, soy bean, wheat, and tobacco production here is west Kentucky, agriculture is a big source of state revenue.
So I was reading about the two candidates, which I previously knew nothing about. Let me break it down for you. The democratic candidate is a guy whose last name is Farmer. He has worked in private business, in marketing and advertising. He has no farming experience, he said so himself. He wants to heavily market the agricultural industry. He also has never held a public office before, another thing he stated himself. As I drove home for lunch I noticed his catchy "Farmer Bob" signs. A little misleading I think.
The other guy, the republican candidate, has a nondescript name. He has always worked in farming. He has also held office in the state house of representatives. He has held other leadership roles within Kentucky agriculture. I think he raises beef cattle, but don't quote me. He wants to increase export of Kentucky products, increase rural development, protect Kentucky agriculture, and lastly, one small statement about using social media and other modern marketing techniques to market Kentucky agriculture better.
My co-worker and I were discussing this, and the other candidates in the other races. He, thankfully, takes voting seriously, he will probably wear an "I voted" sticker all day tomorrow. He said "yeah because so many farmers check facebook as they drive their tractors."
But then I got to thinking about it. The guy that first helped me figure out how to use my iphone is an Ag major, he is from a soybean and corn growing family. He actually gets daily texts about the market value of wheat, corn, and soybeans. I am not kidding. My East Coast, and West Coast, and Canadian friends are probably laughing. He has also fixed my internet in hotels on team trips.
I'm not sure for sure who to vote for yet, I need to talk to some people.
But my question is this, of the 25% of people (or less) who will actually show up to vote tomorrow, how many of them will think about who they are voting for on any item other than governor before arriving at the polls? And how many of them will vote for the guy named Farmer, just because of his name?
Thursday, November 03, 2011
Thankful Thursday 11/3/2011
782 crisp clear night with bright stars
783 bonfire with friends
784 peace about the future
785 contentment to just be here, where I am at, for the time He has me here
786 the perfect analogy
787 a great Saturday morning chat with Arwen
789 conversations that involve eternal perspective
790 smart wool socks
791 a month devoted to giving thanks
792 this song by Matt Maher on the radio
793 rain
794 sisters looking out for each other
795 sweet times with the Lord during quiet times this week
796 friends around the world who I would do almost anything to get together with (note ALMOST anything)who I can stay in touch with via facebook
797 finally finding a decently priced plane ticket for Christmas with the fam
798 birthdays
799 some awesome runs, with and without my running buddy
800 my Monday night girls
783 bonfire with friends
784 peace about the future
785 contentment to just be here, where I am at, for the time He has me here
786 the perfect analogy
787 a great Saturday morning chat with Arwen
789 conversations that involve eternal perspective
790 smart wool socks
791 a month devoted to giving thanks
792 this song by Matt Maher on the radio
793 rain
794 sisters looking out for each other
795 sweet times with the Lord during quiet times this week
796 friends around the world who I would do almost anything to get together with (note ALMOST anything)who I can stay in touch with via facebook
797 finally finding a decently priced plane ticket for Christmas with the fam
798 birthdays
799 some awesome runs, with and without my running buddy
800 my Monday night girls
Tuesday, November 01, 2011
Give Thanks
Several years ago, while shopping in Nashville, I came across an awesome November calendar in Pottery Barn kids. The calendar was quite expensive for what it was, so I showed it to my mom, knowing that she could do better. Originally it was a gift idea for my niece and nephew, but the next fall, a giant box arrived at my house, with one from my mom for me.
Ever since I have displayed the calendar in my office window during November and written something I'm thankful for to put in each of the pockets.
Last year I didn't take out the slips of paper when I put it away in December, so I pulled them all out this morning.
Here is a sampling:
That John is alive and doing well
Last year my uncle went through a major health crisis, it was really scary. At this time last year he was out of a coma, we were grateful. He doesn't even remember last November. But this November he is still alive, and doing well, and I am still grateful
That I live in a country where I can have a say in the government
That I have a job I enjoy
My church family, near and far
Great coworkers
That I am able to run, which is a form of exercise I fully enjoy
My awesome parents
Good weather
my hilarious niece and nephew
good friends to run and swim with
my brothers
Ever since I have displayed the calendar in my office window during November and written something I'm thankful for to put in each of the pockets.
Last year I didn't take out the slips of paper when I put it away in December, so I pulled them all out this morning.
Here is a sampling:
That John is alive and doing well
Last year my uncle went through a major health crisis, it was really scary. At this time last year he was out of a coma, we were grateful. He doesn't even remember last November. But this November he is still alive, and doing well, and I am still grateful
That I live in a country where I can have a say in the government
That I have a job I enjoy
My church family, near and far
Great coworkers
That I am able to run, which is a form of exercise I fully enjoy
My awesome parents
Good weather
my hilarious niece and nephew
good friends to run and swim with
my brothers
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