See Jane Learn

What She Needs is Here

2012-02-15T14:00:00.000-08:00

Our youngest leaves for her last high school mission trip this Sunday. Our church heads over the border every year to Tijuana, Mexico to help build homes with Amor Ministries. This will be her 3rd trip. Freshman year she had her big brother, sophomore year the two of them were reeling from the news that we were moving away from the Harbor and to the Midwest, and junior year she wasn’t able to go due to the move. Now she’ll know what to expect. She's been know to slip away from the hammering to spend time with the babies and children for whom the homes are being built.

I’m helping her pack from afar. Lately our conversations have been about what she needs...“Did you buy a new tub? Your old ones are here, in the garage.”

“Your sleeping bag and pad are in the basement closet. Shoot, the nail belt is here too. Daddy has been using it at Mitch’s apartment. He’s building them shelves.”

Yep. Many of the things she needs for the trip are not out in Washington, but here in Illinois. That doesn’t do her much good and we just couldn’t fit everything in my car last January. (It’s also a bit tricky to get big items on plane flights.) So….she’s replaced them with new, or borrowed from friends.

All four of our children have participated in our Chapel Hill Youth Group Mexico Mission Trip. The experience has taught them to be thankful for all we have, to be globally minded and to be compassionate toward people of all walks of life. The trips have also brought them closer to Jesus.

My youngest daughter has a HUGE heart. (All her career testing results keep telling her to become a counselor.) I doubt this will be her last mission trip; she’ll most likely sign up during college or as an adult at her future church home. No matter who is on her building “team” or whose supplies she’s borrowing, what she really needs will be there. God always meets her and she comes home changed…

I am still here (in Illinois). I couldn’t commission and pray over her last Sunday at church, but her big sister and my good friends could. Although my body is here, my heart is with her. I will be her prayer warrior until she returns with pictures and stories of how she saw God at work in Tijuana.

“I have not stopped giving thanks for you, remembering you in my prayers.” Ephesians 1:16

She’s packing her bin. I’ll soon be packing moving boxes. We both are headed on adventures.
Here… There… Wherever we're headed, we'll have what we need.

In His Grip, Jane

In His Timing

2012-02-14T13:02:00.000-08:00

Tick tock. Time is ticking…Our house has been on the market for three weeks. That might not seem like long considering the economy and real estate market, but we want to get back to our daughters in the Harbor and not have a mortgage plus two rent payments. Our target date is mid-March.

We’ve had a steady stream of lookers. Mike and I have this “get the house ready for a showing” down pat. It smells good, it’s shiny, all the lights are on, and jazz music is softly playing. When our kids were younger I used to say we were going to clean our house as if Better Homes and Gardens magazine was coming over for a photo shoot. Well, right now they could! (By the way, it’s WAY easier to keep a house clean with zero children around.)

Yesterday we had our Valentine “Date”. We headed to the Apple Store at Woodfield Mall for our Genius bar appointment. Our ~~computer geek~~ genius was very helpful and rather than the standard 10 minutes he gave us almost an hour! My sweetheart decided it was time to give my Winnie the Pooh watch a break and he got me a Fossil "boyfriend" watch. I've been drooling over it for over a year and I can see the time easily! For lunch we went to Maggiano’s~I love the decor, the Frank Sinatra soundtrack and the food. At dinner it can be expensive for couples on a limited budget, but I just wanted a house salad, Spumoni ice cream and sharing the romantic atmosphere with Michael.

As we sat talking about how we’re trying to trust and not give up hope, Mike’s cell rang. It wasn’t a realtor with clients, it was an offer. We smiled at God’s timing. Mike said it was blog-worthy.
“Wait on the Lord; be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart; Wait, I say, on the Lord!” (Psalm 27:14)

I’m trying to be flattered that the couple wants not only our house but LOTS of our things (Does this mean I have good taste?) It seems a bit much. Then I’m reminded I often ask God for way more than I should ever expect. We're negotiating (not with God, with the potential buyers...) Please pray that their hearts will soften, they’ll up their price and we’ll be ordering that moving van soon. To be continued…

Happy Valentine's Day! I hope you're lucky enough to be "in love with your best friend" and to know God's timing is perfect.

In His Grip, Jane

Enough Gloomy Posts

2012-02-08T15:05:00.000-08:00

OK friends and family. I have been a tad bit gloomy in my recent posts... Enough of depressing topics. Perhaps you are getting a bit tired of it. Perhaps you're thinking my blog should be renamed "See Jane Whine". This morning, God ~~whispered~~ shouted to me. He basically told me to put my big girl panties on (I love the ones from American Eagle), pull up my bootstraps and focus on all the JOY and blessings in my life.

I feel compelled. I want to be a person who chooses joy and spreads joy. Other people have written gratitude lists. Here are some of my favorite things that bring me joy. Perhaps I'll randomly add to it in the future. My Mommy always told me to look for the good in people, so I'll expand on that and look for the good in everything. Did you ever see the movie Pollyanna? (It's one of my favorite vintage Disney movies.) She could be glad in any circumstance...

Bringing Jane Joy List:
1. Sipping hot coffee (Starbucks please) while reading my two favorite devotionals; Streams in the Desert and Jesus Calling.
2. Taking a brisk walk around my town while listening to I-tunes with my pink earmuff headphones.
3. Getting phone calls from one of my four kids.
4. Watching shows I'm too old for (ex. Jane By Design on the Family Channel) while I knit in front of the fire and my fat cap sits on my lap.
5. Getting dolled up and going on a date with my hubby.
6. Shooting up prayers for dear friends-knowing God hears my petitions.
7. Chocolate salted caramel (candy or drinks!)
8. Ordering books on Amazon for my Kindle app and the good old kind you hold.
9. Sliding into a toasty warm bed to read at night due to my electric blanket.
10.Knowing I am loved by Michael and God-just the way I am...

That's my current "bringing joy" list. I intend to be less gloomy and more joyful and glad. Won't you join me? I'd love to know what brings you joy.

"I will be glad and rejoice in you; I will sing praise to your name, O Most High." Psalm 9:2

In His Grip, Jane

Maybe a Snickers Bar Will Help

2012-02-07T11:24:00.000-08:00

(Photo credit: hdryver.wordpress.com)
Their room is empty. It feels empty. We're not officially empty nesters, and yet we are...Our son and his bride have officially been in their Chicago apartment for three nights. Both our daughters are in the Washington Studio. Our college boy is in his dorm at Whitworth.

This parenting thing is a series of hellos and goodbyes and it's not for the weak. I grasp the concept that we're supposed to raise and launch our children out into the world, but I like them around. Since I returned to Illinois at Christmas, I'd gotten into an easy routine. Mitch would come home from work, run on the treadmill, then we'd have a small "tide me over" snack and usually a little cocktail of some sort. The three of us would watch sports or read until it was time for Amy's commuter train to arrive. I liked planning and making meals for four. (Remember, I used to cook for six!) I'd cook while Amy ran, then we'd enjoy catching up over dinner.

I wish I could say I used our treadmill on a regular basis but it is almost George Washington's birthday, and like him, "I cannot tell a lie." The treadmill just died. Guess it knew instinctively that it's major users were gone. We'll have to see if it can be repaired once we arrive back in our rainy state.

While Mitch and Amy resided here we sort of ran a small B & B. Lots of their out of town friends came and stayed with us for nights, weekends or weeks. I liked having a home that was used and welcoming. Now it's quiet. It's staying clean for showings and Mike and I are enjoying our together-time knowing it's like we're in the "eye of a storm". Our world was active and crazy before and it will be again.

"Why are you downcast, O my soul." Psalm 43:5

I know it won't be long before we're packing up the Carver Cottage and heading west to a rental where we can be with our girls again. This week though my heart is heavy, I'm cranky and not much fun to be around. Mike told me I needed a Snickers bar. "You're not yourself," he said. Well of course not!I am the Momma Bear and none of my cubs are here!

Living close enough to walk to town has it's advantages. Maybe I'll go to the store and buy a Snickers bar!

In His Grip, Jane

All Aboard

2012-02-04T06:40:00.000-08:00

She made the train. Six days a week my daughter-in-law has had to rush to get to the train station that takes her from Glen Ellyn over to Chicago. During the week it's an early 6:20, on Saturdays it's 8:00 for class. This will be her last rushed day however, because she and my son are moving out of our home and into an apartment in Rogers Park, North of the city. It's been special having them stay with us for the last six months, and sad to know we probably won't ever live together again but...the suburbs are no place for a young newlywed Urban couple. They'll have a great time being 3 blocks from the lake and having stores, bars and the Northwestern shuttle service within walking distance. One reason their new rent will be reasonable could be the fact that they are right by the train track. Hopefully they'll learn to sleep through the noise. (Visions of the Blues Brothers scene come to mind...)

Earlier in the week Mr. Mike had a meeting near the Vernon Hills Mall so I decided to go with him and hang out at Barnes & Noble. I hadn't been at that mall near Libertyville in about 16 years. Back when my now-senior in high school daughter was in a stroller I didn't go to the mall often; something about four rambunctious kids and lack of $ does not make for a fun outing. Alone I leisurely walked the stores, did a bit of Valentine's Day shopping, read and checked out Pinterest at the bookstore cafe', then noticed the little train. Why didn't they have the little train back when my children were little?!

The conductor called "All Aboard", the excited tots climbed on, and the tired Mommies walked beside the slow-moving train, knowing their kids were safe on their little journey. There wasn't a track. The ride curved back and forth down one empty end of the mall up on the second level.

All the trains I've seen and heard lately (in town, the ones I hear at night, even the tiny mall train) have me thinking that I too am on a journey that's making twists and turns and is moving forward. My conductor (GOD) wants me to stay on board and let Him be in charge of the direction. I'm probably in for some unforeseen surprises along the way back to Washington State but I need to trust.

"God Guides us along the right path." Psalm 32:8; 37:23-24

My "word for the year" in 2011 was journey. Apparently it's still my word. This year I've chosen the word JOY. I will choose joy and spread joy despite my circumstances...Are you "all aboard" for what God has in store for you?

In His Grip, Jane

Know Before You Go

2012-01-27T14:51:00.000-08:00

The Superbowl Roman numeral sign is up on the backside of Monument Circle and the city is abuzz with activity. If you suddenly come into a large sum of extra cash allowing you to buy crazy-expensive plane, then game tickets, here's a few tips from your former Hoosier friends.

If you're a smoker (cigarette) you will be happy. If, like us, smoke makes you gag and your asthma feels like returning you won't be happy. Indiana has not passed "the law" and folks can light up in bars. We were enjoying the ambiance of a wine bar in Broadripple with a college buddy when suddenly the room filled with smoke. Solution? Most restaurants don't allow smoke, just the bars so skip the pubs... Also, usually a sign is posted so you know what to expect.

If you drive up to Carmel and Westfield on the near north side, go eat at Charleston's and ask for the cute red-haired waiter named Luke. Expect a wait...it's popular. When you get their house salad they'll bring you warm croissants dripping in honey. You MUST order their famous bread pudding for dessert!

I checked out two area Panera Bread locations; 146th for breakfast and 116th for lunch. Maybe my future career is being a silent shopper-I already own white gloves! For dinner with friends we suggest heading to La Hacinda. Tasty salsa, good margaritas, huge portions and way cheaper than Don Pablo's or Chi Chi's.

If you want to see the little triplex that we lived in as newlyweds with our first Labrador, Duke, it's on 1st Ave very near the now-swanky Arts District. We lived in the tiny back area of the house and were happy there until the live Raccoon arm stuck through the floor board.

Before we left Indy yesterday we parked and walked around Massachusetts Avenue (known as Mass Ave to the hip locals.) It has trendy shops, restaurants & pubs and a theater district. We ate at Hoaglin To Go (no smoke, yummy club sandwich, carrot cake and cheaper than Panera!) We had to pick a couple treats from The Best Chocolate in Town, and I got a new mug because I AM the Mama Bear in our family! (I always tried to emulate Little Bear's Mother on the cartoon-she was patient ALL the time..wait-it wasn't real! Whew!

Our last tip to "know" before you go. Under no circumstances follow another driver who goes around cones and double lines. Even though you might have Illinois plates and apologize to the officer who chases you as you quickly turn around...He will be cranky and displeased. (Thankfully, no ticket was issued, just a stern lecture and a forceful "GO".)

Despite that one tiny driving "snafu" my time in Indy was all that I hoped it would be; quality family time, catching up with high school, college and church friends, holding newborn baby Hank and enjoying the food and stores of central Indiana. So now we're home and we wait to discover how quickly we can find a buyer, find a Gig Harbor rental, and a new job for Michael."Stand firm and you will see the deliverance the Lord will bring you today." Exodus 14:13In His Grip, Jane

On The Market Means Margarita Time!

2012-01-22T08:01:00.001-08:00

As I continue my time here in Indy with my Mom, it's time to begin a new blog series: See Jane Move...again.

My duties at my Mom's are varied; meal prep, ice pack & medicine distributor, laundry lady and errand runner. My patient is delightful company. (Tip-don't wash your mom's fuzzy towels with her black t-shirt.) While I'm here doing this, Mike is there doing that. What's that? Well, our house in Glen Ellyn is now officially "on the market". The signs are up, the brochures are printed, and the carpet was cleaned.

It took less than two years to determine we needed to leave Illinois and get back to Gig Harbor. It took just over two weeks to prepare and "stage" our white colonial cottage. The definition of preparation for us was: purge like crazy/take loads to Goodwill, paint & repair, move tons of boxes to our detached garage and inform our married son & daughter-in-law that they'd need to find a new spot to live. (Update: Mitch & Amy found an apartment they love north of Chicago on their first day of looking!!)

After that, the "stager" (me) tried to depersonalize (remove family photos), clean, rearrange furniture, and put out fresh fruit and flowers so 247 Sawyer Avenue looks just like a family home featured in the latest magazine issue. Ha! Hopefully I accomplished all that before I boarded the Mega Bus last Tuesday, because we have our first showing this afternoon. The nerve! Right in the middle of football playoffs day...

As our for sale sign was pounded in our front yard when we lived in our Whitley Hills yellow house I cried and took Allie out for a big margarita. This time I wasn't even home when the sign went up and I felt relieved. As Mike and I made decisions about moving back and finished long days of projects we enjoyed some of our yummy margaritas.

Big Red (or beer) was my go-to drink in my younger days. It's become a Carver tradition that sad times, hard circumstances and celebrations in the last two years have been dealt with at our table with a frosty, salted goblet in hand. (Mitch made us a pitcher the night we had to put our beloved puppy Sadie "down".) I want to share our "secret" recipe with you for fabulous margaritas but before I do I'd like to share my go-to source that is even better than tequila. Jesus.

Carver Margaritas
In a blender;
1 frozen can of Bacardi lime margarita mix
3/4 can tequila (Patron is SO good)
1/2 can triple sec
quarter of a fresh lime squeezed in
fill blender 3/4 full with ice
Mix
(if you love salt, rub lime around rim, dip in drink salt)
Fill glass and top with a little Grand Marnier
Give thanks, toast and enjoy!

"On the last and greatest day of the Feast, Jesus stood and said in a loud voice, "If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me and drink." John 7:37

In His Grip, Jane
(We'd appreciate prayers that our Glen Ellyn home sells quickly. Thanks in advance.)

Back Home Again...in Indiana

2012-01-19T12:02:00.001-08:00

On my second night in Indiana I was at the Marsh grocery store when I saw a can of Big Red soda pop on the shelf. I instantly thought of my college days at Ball State University. Perhaps I shouldn't admit this, but I used to consume quite a bit of beer and Big Red. I think I picked up the "habits" from my southern Indiana guy friends. Today you'll find me sipping water with a lemon slice, Coke Zero, a non-fat latte or hot green mint tea with honey. Boring, but probably a bit healthier than the sugar and red food coloring in Big Red. (Or being the chug team captain of Chi Omega!) Another day I might share our "secret" recipe for the perfect margarita...

I'm in the land of round-abouts. (Carmel holds the record in America...maybe the world!) I haven't had a chance to get out much on this visit, but can't wait to get one of my town's famous fried pork tenderloin sandwiches. Yum!

The local Indy newscasts are focused on preparation for the Superbowl. There's a count-down on the Superbowl XLVI website. There are only 17 days, 4 hours, 51 minutes and 30 seconds until the big game! A Superbowl village is being erected, Lucas Oil Stadium is getting ready and the only thing missing will be my favorite teams who won't be playing. (Packers, Broncos, & Colts.) Reporters and Twitter followers speculate on whether Payton Manning will return, and the Colt's coaching staff continues to shrink as the owner "cleans house."

Carmel has grown quite a bit since my parents moved our family here when I was three and the changes have been remarkable since Mike and I moved away in 1993. I hope that my family and friends can tell I've been changing and growing too because of my faith. God's wisdom, laws and precepts help me navigate on my sometimes bumpy life journey, just like round-abouts keep the busy Carmel suburban traffic moving ahead more efficiently.

"Your statutes are my heritage forever; they are the joy of my heart". Psalm 119:111

Lessons Learned:
Change is sometimes for the best and yet some things are worth hanging on to. My heritage. It comes from: my childhood hometown (now blanketed in snow), my Mom (napping to the sound of Rush Limbugh on the radio while she waits for her home-nurse to arrive), and my God (who has been giving me lots of change and growing practice lately.)

I'm hanging on to my Colts garden flag in hopes that next year when it's football season I can be proud of my Hoosier heritage.

Do you ever think about your heritage?

In His Grip, Jane

The Help Rides a Bus

2012-01-18T04:58:00.000-08:00

"God is our refuge and our strength, an ever-present help in trouble." Psalm 46:1

I woke up on my Mom's couch this morning; for the next week or so I am here to be "The Help". In the movie (and book) The Help, the women used public transportation. Yesterday I hopped on a bus to me bring from Chicago to Indianapolis to stay with my Mom. Today she'll be released from the hospital from post-knee-replacement surgery rehabilitation.

My two older sisters live in Indy and are always helping my Mom in addition to their full-time jobs. I'm glad I'm currently back in the Mid-west this winter so I can have lots of time to be "the help".

My life has had a bit too much drama in the last year but I doubt it's movie material. Perhaps a commercial? "I don't always use public transportation, but when I do, I take the Mega Bus..."

I haven't been on a big "fancy" bus since I was in high school and our drill team and band performed in Disney World. Here are some lessons learned if you decide to take the Mega Bus:
1. Don't arrive too early! There is no where to wait inside (except two blocks down the street at the Amtrack station.) Chicago in January is COLD and the bus pulls up to the curb exactly 15 minutes before departure. Our $26 good deal got pricey due to expensive parking. Next time I'll have my helpful husband dump me off on the sidewalk...
2. Don't sit too close to the back near the bathroom (no further explanation needed.) BTW, that loud noise you hear is the door opening and closing, not luggage falling.
3. Mega buses have wi-fi but not wireless-so much for using my iPad to check emails.
4. More spacious than a plane, but no where to stash your carry-on.

The ride was a bit bumpy, but I was happy to let Elliott the driver be behind the wheel while I read and napped. I hope to get back to some writing while I'm back in my childhood hometown. Not only do I get to spend quality time with my family (including holding Hank, my niece's newborn) but I hope to visit with some girlfriends too! Right now, I'd better get dressed so I can go see my Mom and find out how I can help today...

In His Grip, Jane

Happy 2012!

2012-01-02T07:48:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year to my little group of friends and family who follow my blog! I've had ALL my kids home at the "Cozy Carver Cottage" for over two weeks and we've enjoyed just hanging out, reading, playing cards, mixing fun cocktails and EATING! The picture above shows our yummy late dinner on New Year's Eve.

My favorite things about 2011 were; enjoying our months living in a friend's home on Raft Island, watching Mitch be an awesome Best Man at his best friend's wedding and exploring Oklahoma City, ROME!, Allie's college graduation (I love her roommates), driving down the coast to stay with friends in Napa, seeing T.J. flourish at Whitworth, knowing Allie was loving her student teaching experience in Costa Rica, finally getting to Boston (love that city!), pretending to be "Gilmore Girls" with my daughter while we share a studio apartment, Sarah getting her acceptance letter to Whitworth, and spending time with precious friends and family. Despite some hard things, looking back it was a pretty good year full of adventures!

"The LORD your God cares for [it]; the eyes of the LORD...are continually on it from the beginning of the year to its end." Deuteronomy 11:11-12

Lesson learned:
Just like my new kitchen wall art says, "God is GOOD, all the time." I am looking forward to all that will come about in the new year, knowing my God goes before me.

In His Grip, Jane

Mrs. "C" and Me

2011-12-21T19:04:00.000-08:00

Christmas is just days away and as I wrap my family’s gifts I’m thinking of the first (and best) Christmas gift- Jesus. My kids and hubby often compare me to the “first lady" of the North Pole since I enjoy all the preparations of our Savior’s birthday. I’ve compiled my top ten reasons why Mrs. Claus and I have a lot in common:

10. We love wearing the color red.
9. Our husband’s jobs require travel.
8. We love to make and eat Christmas cookies.
7. We both like hanging out with little people and playing with toys. (The preschoolers & Kinders I used to teach were a bit elfish.)
6. We really enjoy festive decorations
5. Our “love language” is giving gifts.
4. We think snow makes everything look magical.
3. We are in charge of the wrapping department and always use fancy ribbons and bows.
2. We both should work a bit harder on firming up our tummies. (Refer to #8)
1. We BELIEVE…

I hope you believe in Santa and Jesus, and have a very Merry Christmas!!

In His Grip, Jane

Mixed Up Snowbird

2011-12-06T12:29:00.001-08:00

Credit: Tom Robbins-Midwest Winter Birds

“My people will live in peaceful dwelling places, in secure homes, in undisturbed places of rest.” Isaiah 32:18

When you hear the term “snowbird”, don’t you think of couples who decide to spend the winter months in a warm, sunny climate? Arizona and Florida are popular destinations for the months between December and March when typical weather in the Northwest is wet and cold. Glen Ellyn, Illinois? Not usually on the list of best places to visit in winter…

I must be confused. I am not heading south, I am heading east. I’m flying back to the Chicago area for Christmas and the winter months. Am I crazy? Maybe. Do I have a good reason? Yes; family and rest…

I’m not sure if I’ll be guaranteed a white Christmas, but I will be with my precious children, my husband and my fat cat Tigger. After the holidays I plan on spending the next couple months hanging with my hubby, oldest son & daughter-in-law, going through basement boxes, organizing, crafting, and visiting my Mom and sisters in Indiana. I need to nest and rest and my girls will be having “sister time” here in the studio beginning in January. Hopefully it will be a win-win situation for all of us.

I’ve purchased my snow boots, a long down coat with furry hood is next on my list when I return home and I’m packing my suitcases. I’m not sure how often I’ll be writing and posting blogs this month since I have a lot of decorating, cookie baking and preparation to do. Until next time, I wish you blessings during this advent season.

Lesson Learned: I will be sure to notice all the brave birds who decide to tough out the winter in the Mid-west; they know instinctively that their father in heaven will care for them wherever they dwell.

Even if your home isn't "ready" for Christmas, is your heart?

In His Grip, Jane

Little Bitty

2011-11-28T09:49:00.001-08:00

“Might as well share, might as well smile, life goes on for a little bitty while.”

Country music lyrics are so true; the line above is from the Allan Jackson song entitled “Little Bitty".

Sarah and I are continuing to enjoy our “Gilmore Girls” time in our Harbor apartment. We were thankful that Mike and T.J. could join us for almost a week to celebrate Thanksgiving. Our landlords were gracious in allowing two extra bodies to squeeze into a space that is meant for one or two at the most.

I have a good idea of how the Mom on Little House on the Prairie felt. One room living is interesting and I would not make a good pioneer mom. If I was Pollyanna, I'd mention how quick it is to clean an itty bitty home, but my husband calls me the Anti-Polly. My patience became as thin as parchment paper as the suitcases, extra clothes, toiletries and dishes started piling up. My O.C.D. tendencies were definitely tested. I like order. I like pretties, but not clutter. I like surfaces (including the floor) that are relatively clear.

For a little bitty while, that’s not what I had. I DID have family time though. Maybe we didn’t get to do our traditional Thanksgiving, but we spent the day with wonderful friends-they shared. We didn’t get to bring out the Christmas boxes and begin decorating the house, but I know I can do that after I arrive back in Illinois in less than two weeks. (We do have a tiny tree with lights and a festive placemat!) We missed our annual trek to Mitchell’s Tree farm to cut down the perfect tree, but we got to smell pine on our walk, play Banana-grams and eat Daddy’s biscuits & gravy.

Although it seems like forever since our daughter applied to her #1 college, it was really just a little bitty while. She got the official “yes” envelope from Whitworth on Friday. The tears of joy and her smile were worth the wait. Her Daddy and brother were here to share in the moment.

We are over half-way finished with our 18 months of living in two places. With God’s grace, amazing friends and the belief that it’s just for a little bitty while, our life goes on…

Lessons Learned: Pandora radio is fabulous-just a click and you can choose what music genre you’re in the mood for, “a little bitty plan and a little bitty dream” can totally work if God is in control, and some of the best gifts come in little bitty packages.

In His Grip, Jane

Dressing or Stuffing?

2011-11-23T09:33:00.001-08:00

(Photo credit: oldsweetsong.com)
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving! I am thankful that my hubby flew out to the Harbor to spend the week with me. I am thankful that two of our four + one kids are here with us. I am thankful for friends inviting us to join them for a feast since we can’t fix a turkey in our “easy-bake-sized” toaster oven.

My favorite item I can’t wait to enjoy every year is the stuffing/dressing. Growing up as a Story girl, it was called dressing. My Mom added tons of sage, fresh parsley and butter. It was always moist. Then I married my Carver boy… I was in for a bit of a shock that first Thanksgiving together. First of all, his family called my favorite side-dish stuffing. Second of all he used bacon in it and hardly any butter. Imagine my shock!

Marriage is about give and take, and after 28 years we’ve figured out the side dish dilemma. I now call it stuffing too, unless I’m with my Mom or sisters. He adds fresh parsley now and doesn’t get too irritated when I sneak in melted butter and some broth after he leaves the kitchen. I always get to have the moister batch that comes from inside the turkey cavity.

Does the name really matter? My children are called a lot of different names but they answer to most of them. Our God has many names. Whether he is called Yahweh, Adonai, Lord, El Shaddai, or any of his other names, we know HE IS GOD. When I enjoy the stuffing/dressing at my friend’s home tomorrow, I won’t be focused on what to call it; I’ll just be enjoying it!

Lessons Learned: Don’t accidentally buy cilantro instead of parsley (I did that one year), adding broth really moistens up the leftovers and remember; if you don’t like the dressing/stuffing, smother it with gravy!

I wish you all a very Happy Thanksgiving with your families and friends.

What name does your family use; Stuffing or Dressing?

In His Grip, Jane

Who is Carrying Your Load?

2011-11-18T15:10:00.000-08:00

I was on my afternoon wog (walk/jog) when I passed the bus stop. Elementary kids hopped off the bus to waiting moms. It seems there was an unwritten rule; hand mom the backpack and she’ll carry the load home. Whether the families headed to a car or were walking up the street, moms and children were doing the “hand off”.

Being the momma of four, I spent many moments being a pack mule. It all begins when we have babies. These tiny creatures need “stuff” that they aren’t equipped to carry so we load up the diaper bags. I see young mommies juggling carrier seats and other necessities which are later exchanged for toy totes, school bags and sports bags. As kids grow their loads get bigger, and by high school their backpacks are stuffed with heavy books and projects. Mothering during the teen years might not mean we're physically carrying their loads but we often do it mentally.

Have you been hauling around a bunch of stuff? (And I’m not just talking about diapers, sippy cups and lunch bags…) It starts innocently at the nursery drop-off and continues through the school years. You notice that other moms seem to have it more “together”. She didn’t forget the change of clothes and extra pacifier. Her child isn’t clingy and doesn’t struggle in reading. We start questioning whether or not we are doing a good job at this mothering thing. We want our kids to be the cutest, the brightest, the one who recites all their ABC’s. We compare... Our loads start feeling heavier.

As mommas, we’re required to carry our own loads most of the time. We strain and huff and puff and wish our Mommas were there to reach over and grab our “stuff”.

We don’t have to do this parenting thing on our own. We can hand over our “stuff” to the one who created us and let Him share what we’re carrying. He knows our children and our situation and equips us with the strength we need to handle each day. He loves us just the way we are and reminds us to love our little ones unconditionally too.

I’ve really wanted a massage lately. When I’m stressed I feel the tension building in my lower back and shoulders and my husband isn’t here to rub out my knots. I hear the news about my daughter’s friends getting their college acceptance letters while we wait. I imagine being back in Illinois this winter without my dear friends. I wake up during the night with way too many things on my mind and can’t get back to sleep.

In Matthew 11:28 Jesus said, "Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.”

I prepare to do the “ hand off” and set my backpack of burdens at the feet of the cross. I breathe. I pray. I remember I’m not carrying this alone.

Lessons Learned: I really should start lifting weights, it’s good to be married to a muscular guy with manners (very handy at the airport) and God will gladly carry our heavy stuff without even a groan…

How about you? Are you doing the “hand off”?

In His Grip, Jane

Driving By and Dwelling

2011-11-16T11:03:00.000-08:00

“Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.” Psalm 23:6

I finally got up the courage to drive by my yellow house. I said goodbye to it on June 24th, 2010. I drove by it and snapped a picture last weekend. Why did I wait almost a year and five months to head down my former street?

Well… memories of ALL the amazing family times, my four children and their friends scooting in and out the door, conversations around the fire pit out back, gardening, throwing the ball to SadieBrie our dog, hot tub dates in the rain or snow, watching the boys shoot hoops on the sport court, Christmas parties, graduation open houses, small group and prayer buddies, Mike falling off the roof, fixing it up to sell…

Letting go is hard and I assumed if I just avoided actually seeing it, then I could block out some of the pain of living in a different place in a different state without the “history”. Listening to a podcast a couple weeks ago by the blogger from The Small Notebook I heard words that pierced my heart; Home is wherever I am with my family. It’s not about the house.

I am thankful for all the events that took place while we lived in Whitley Hills as my children were growing into the amazing young adults that they have become. God has knit us together as a family and we will continue to make memories whenever we’re under the same roof, where ever that might be.

Mike was an Air force Brat;he moved often. I grew up in one house in one town. Our children are learning to adapt and be content living in dorm rooms, studios, rentals, tents, a house in Costa Rica and a bedroom at Mom & Dad’s house. I know it was difficult for all of them to leave the yellow house too, yet it didn’t take them over a year to drive by and fifty years to learn to live in a place for shelter.

“I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.” Philippians 4:12

Lessons Learned: A home doesn’t have to be a house, I can “nest” anywhere, the Carver Clan will have many wonderful times together in the “White House”, and all these addresses are temporary; my permanent address is in Heaven.

In His Grip, Jane

Mad Men and My Man

2011-11-13T18:46:00.001-08:00

(Photo from AMC.com)

Some of you out there might have been addicted all along…I just caught the Mad Men “bug” this August right before I flew back out west for my baby girl’s senior year. Thanks to NETFLIX, I watched all four seasons; all 52 episodes! I'd snuggle under the covers, plug into my I-Pad,and click the resume Mad Men button. I squeezed in four years of Don Draper in less than three months.

If you haven’t ever tuned in, Mad Men is an AMC show about an advertising company in the early 1960’s (from the boardroom to the bedroom) and season five begins in March. I’m not the only fan because Banana Republic even had a fall collection designed after the show’s fashion.

I have a virtual asthma attack just watching everyone constantly lighting cigarettes and I realize the men at Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce are focused on appearance rather than substance and yet it’s my guilty pleasure! The fashion,the music, NYC, the decor, the ads, the men…

I was a product of the 60’s (actually born a few months before that but let’s not quibble over decades.) My parents smoked, my Daddy wore Fedora hats to work, and I owned shifts like Sally Draper's. I see furniture and food on the show that bring back memories.

My man Mike has only the positive qualities of Don Draper; sex appeal, charm, drive, business success. Thankfully he’s devoted to little old me, loves God, doesn’t hide secrets and doesn’t have a stocked bar at his office.

Due to our current circumstances Mike and I only get to be in the same state and place about once a month. On Friday he’s flying here for Thanksgiving. I feel a bit like a character on Mad Men having an affair when he comes to visit. I get dressed up to meet my man and we go out in the city. I realize that this year isn’t like real-life compared to the day in, day out, marriage we’ve experienced for 28+ years. Typical Carver days consisted of sweats, flannels, chores and couch time. We’re in for a bit of a reality-check next month when I go back to Illinois for Christmas and we resume living under the same roof for the winter. (We'll get a preview spending a week tucked into our one-room studio here with Sarah.)

For now, I’ll look forward to our “date” and maybe I'll even order an Old Fashioned or a Sloe Gin Fizz Friday night in Seattle!

Lessons Learned: NETFLIX is the best thing ever when you live apart from your husband, secrets always get discovered and pearls look good with just about everything!

Who is your favorite Mad Men character?

In His Grip, Jane

Waiting...

2011-11-11T10:05:00.001-08:00

I got a crock pot yesterday at Good Will! Now I’ll be able to make soup and other yummy comfort food for Sarah and I in our little studio this fall. My favorite recipe for stew has two “secret” ingredients; chocolate and red wine!

Crock pot cooking uses time and it can’t be rushed or hurried. The cross-reference for waiting in my NLT bible is patience. Hmmm…It’s never been one of my strengths. Currently I’m waiting for: a college acceptance letter to come in the mail for my youngest daughter, Michael to come visit next weekend, our plans for Thanksgiving weekend to be firmed up, waiting to find out what Allie will do for a job/her life after Jan-term, for a gift I ordered for someone facing surgery to hurry and come in the mail, and for my doctors to determine whether or not I’ll need some surgery of my own this winter.

I’ve had lots of practice waiting. 4 x 9+ months of waiting for perfect little babies to be formed and arrive. Waiting to hear if Mike got promoted….Waiting to hear if the test results were negative…Waiting to find out if we sold/got the house. My “wait list” seems insignificant though compared to a friend who is waiting to find out the status of her teen son’s brain tumor.

In this instant, fast-food, internet world, there are some things that can’t be rushed.

Waiting, wondering, hoping, praying, patience…Basically this all boils down to trusting in God and living life one day at a time.

“Waiting for God’s timing brings great rewards.” Lamentations 3:25

What are you waiting for?

Lessons learned: I’m trying to have a crock-pot mentality knowing the end results will be worth the wait, a watched pot never boils (especially on our hot plate), and the virtue of patience is only do-able if our eyes are on the Lord rather than on the mailbox, computer or cell phone.

On this 11-11-11 Veteran's Day, I want to thank ALL our military and their families for their service and especially those who have sacrificed limbs or life for our country. God Bless You!

In His Grip, Jane

Are You Who You Want to Be?

2011-11-03T12:52:00.001-07:00

The lyrics to the Switchfoot song, This is your Life, ran through my head this week.

Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead
Yesterday is a promise that you’ve broken
Don’t close your eyes, don’t close your eyes
This is your life and today is all you’ve got now
Yeah, and today is all you’ll ever have
Don’t close your eyes
Don’t close your eyes

This is your life, are you who you want to be
This is your life, are you who you want to be
This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be
When the world was younger and you had everything to lose

I was helping to serve at a Halloween luncheon that was held for four different retirement centers in our Harbor town. The room looked festive all decked out in orange and black. Classic 1940’s music was being piped in and all of us on staff where dressed in costumes.

The vans began to arrive and seniors slowly filed out. Some were mobile; many had walkers, a few rode scooters; almost all were sporting white hair. The majority of the women (and there were a handful of men) came dressed in costume, or festive Halloween/Harvest sweaters.

I loved engaging with the guests. They were so interesting. I admired several married couples, a woman who left Russia in 1928, and caregivers. I got a kick out of the four ladies dressed as prisoners with their “guard”-they were having such fun! I could totally picture my bible study friends and I being silly like that if we ever ended up in a retirement home together...

A good time was had by all/most. I imagined my Mom at an event like this. She loves meeting her friends for meals out or to go to a local show. Although she’s still living independently back in Indiana, my Mom is the same age as many of the luncheon guests. I know she would have appreciated the luncheon; the attentive service, yummy food, prizes, beautiful gardens and socializing.

Not all the attendees were cheerful though and that made me sad. Maybe they were thinking about their lost independence, and I totally understand if medical reasons or pain caused their behavior. But perhaps their Moms never taught them things like... “You’re never fully dressed without your smile.” or “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” Despite living alone for 19 years and dealing with aches, pains and physical issues, my Mom always tries to be grateful and not grumpy. She is always kind to those around her.

The habits and outlook we have at middle age will likely follow us into our senior years. I need to intentionally practice being more of a “glass half full” person who reflects the Lord’s glory. If I ever end up in a retirement home at a Halloween Luncheon one day, I hope I’ll enjoy myself and be the dressed up lady winning a prize for best costume.

“And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.” 2 Corinthians 3:18

Lessons Learned: Smile-it’s contagious. We need the Holy Spirit to transform us. If you’re grumpy at 50, you’ll probably be extra grumpy at 85. You’re never too old to have fun at a party.

Have you ever thought about the kind of senior citizen you might be? Are you who you want to be? Thankfully, we’re all in process and God in His grace keeps transforming us.

In His Grip, Jane

The Simple Woman's Daybook

2011-11-01T12:52:00.001-07:00

FOR TODAY, November 1, 2011

Outside my window... sunshine and high 40’s. It was really foggy earlier this morning.

I am thinking...about my Mother-in-law, Cynthia. She passed away on this day back in 1990. Too soon...

I am thankful for...the bible study I am a part of at my church. We’re going through Acts; great teaching, homework, discussions, small group time.

From the kitchen...I made "Calamity Jane" Cowboy Caviar for the Halloween party last night-it was a big hit. I was dressed up as Calamity Jane all day.

I am wearing...tan Gap cords, a white blouse, my H & M rust wrap sweater and pearls in shades of orange. I love fall!

I am praying...that I'll make good decisions that allow my checkbook balance to stretch farther. It's getting difficult to keep up with all our expenses;a house, an apartment here, plane tickets, tuition, car payments, yada, yada, yada. I found a new blog that is encouraging called Blue Chateau Interiors. It's one more tool to help me be a good steward of all God has given us.

I am going…to take a walk in the sunshine in a little while, after I catch up on some writing.

I am reading...Little Black Dress, by Susan McBride

I am hoping... we figure out where we’re going on Thanksgiving –my husband is coming. Yay!

I am hearing...chewing. I’m enjoying a leftover mini-cupcake from yesterday’s luncheon.

Around the house… time to flip my calendar to November and pack away the 3 Halloween decorations I have here in this apartment. Back at my home in Illinois I hope I can direct my husband, son and daughter-in-law on how to switch from Halloween to Thanksgiving decorations. (Maybe I’m being unrealistic. Maybe I shouldn’t care since I’m not there. Guess I’m hoping when I return in early December that the jack-o-lanterns and crows are not still around the house.)

One of my favorite things…bright red and orange Maple trees.

A few plans for the rest of the week: meeting my girlfriend for coffee, studying the life of Phillip,taking part in a Mops Mentor panel, attending a baby shower and working at a wedding reception.

Here is picture for thought I am sharing...
(My daughter raised $200 for the Susan B. Komen organization by holding a bucket at a home football game.) Thanks for your generosity Tides fans!

To join the fun, visit Peggy at: http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/

In His Grip, Jane

The Hankie Moment

2011-10-28T08:50:00.000-07:00

Standing in the grocery check-out lane I was perusing the items for sale by the candy; batteries, lip gloss, men’s handkerchiefs. Boom. I was right back at my oldest son’s college orientation in the fall of 2005.

I’d been trying to hold it together that day because it’s what I was supposed to do. I was supposed to remember that this was right. I’d raised an amazing boy and he was ready to be out of our home and experiencing life at college.

I think releasing the oldest child is the hardest. I knew family life would never be quite the same. I’d never have my four children under my roof and under my care. I had been “doing mothering” a certain way for 19 years and my role was shifting...

My husband and I were at a parent’s meeting while Mitch was at a dorm activity. Sitting in the classroom, listening to the Professor talk about what changes to expect the tears started to flow. No other parent was crying. Why was I? All of a sudden Mike tucked a fresh, white handkerchief into my hand. My thoughtful husband knows me so well. He thought ahead. He knew this would be hard for me (I cry at commercials) and he brought along a hankie just for the occasion. I didn’t even know he owned one…

My Daddy always had hankies. I probably cried harder thinking about all the times my daddy handed me a hankie through the years."He Heals the brokenhearted, binding up their wounds." Psalm 147:3

I shifted to Kleenex on the five hour drive back to the Harbor. I couldn't talk, I just knit. Knit. Cry. Blow. I think I cried for a week! To all you mommas out there; I understand. It will get better. Looking back I know how hard it was for my husband too. It was his first-born too; he and Mitch are super close. Mike had also coached Mitch in basketball for 15 years. His father-role was changing too.

“The promise is for you and your children and for all who are far off--for all whom the Lord our God will call." Acts 2:39

It wasn’t quite as hard to say goodbye to my middle two children when they left for college because I knew what to expect. I imagine next fall will be a "hankie moment" when I release my youngest baby girl and find myself in an empty nest. I’ll let you know next September…

Lessons Learned: Goodbyes are hard, change is hard, but God is good and He has big plans for our children. You might want to tuck a hankie in your husband’s pocket, and some tissues in your purse-just in case.

(What is proper hankie etiquette? Do you return the used one to the owner, or offer to wash it first?)

In His Grip, Jane

The Simple Woman's Daybook

2011-10-25T08:46:00.001-07:00

For TODAY, October 25, 2011
Outside my window... dawn is breaking, it’s chilly now but should get sunny and 50’s by lunchtime.
I am thinking...about what God is teaching me through his word, books, a sermon all focusing on our attitude about money. I am being challenged-interesting thoughts going through my head when I had to return something to the mall yesterday.
I am thankful for... the fun time I had visiting my son at Whitworth Parent’s weekend. His friends are wonderful.
From the kitchen...We had leftover Thai food last night. Tonight? No idea…I’d better hit the grocery.
I am wearing... my jeans, boots and new gold sweater I bought at Urban Outfitters in Boston.
I am praying…for Joanne Heim. She’s recovering from a stroke. Follow her blog/progress at: http://thesimplewife.typepad.com/
I am going…to a Cabi /Jewel Kade party after bible study. I can’t afford anything but the fellowship will be fun!
I am reading...Left Neglected by Lisa Genova
I am hoping... my husband gets to fly out for Thanksgiving.
I am hearing...the clothes dryer.
Around the house… I love the little red stool I found at a Vintage store called “Tossed and Found”. It’s the perfect thing to put my feet up on and it was only $9.
One of my favorite things…seeing the clothes and hearing the music from the early 60’s when I watch Pan Am and Mad Men.
A few plans for the rest of the week: bible study,prayer group with my BFF's, a doctor visit, hair appointment (yay!)and T.J. comes for his fall break.
Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

Sarah, T.J. and I on campus at Whitworth-love the fall color!

To join the fun, visit Peggy at: http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/

In His Grip, Jane

NOT The Momma!

2011-10-19T15:45:00.001-07:00

My cat,Tigger,who is back in Glen Ellyn with my husband, oldest son and daughter-in-law has been so confused lately. First he lost his best friend Sadie (our yellow dog that passed away) and then his momma (me) left for the school year. When I Skype with Mike, Tigger hears my voice, comes near the computer, but can’t figure out where I am!

I saw Tig's confusion first-hand when I returned home for a visit a couple weeks ago. Granted, my family is feeding him and occasionally scooping out his litter box, but they just aren't me. Being the wonderful “pet parent” that I am, I proceeded to brush him, give him a pedi, wash out his litter box and snuggle with him.

I knew he was content and convinced that his authentic momma really was home when he curled up in the brand new cat bed beside our fireplace. I bought him a super-soft, but manly bed back in July (I love the store Homegoods!) yet he had never used it. After I’d been home just a few hours, he walked across the living room, curled up in as small a ball as a fat, 15+ pound orange cat can, and promptly fell asleep. Tigger knows his “Momma”, and all is right with his world when I am there.

Do you remember watching the animated show from the early 1990’s called Dinosaurs? We used to watch it all the time. I loved how the baby would yell, “Not the Momma!” and bang something on the Dad's head whenever Daddy tried to feed or care for him. If I could figure out how to attach a link I would have, but you can go on You Tube and type in the Dinosaurs TV show "Not the Momma!" episode-oh it brings back memories... Tigger doesn’t hit Mike on the head, but he has been known to dig in his claws or remain aloof.

Babies know who their true Mommy/caretaker is. I spent Monday morning with a brand-new mommy and her two week old baby boy. She mentioned how amazing it was that he already could tell when she was holding him, instead of someone else.

Have you had that experience? Are you the Momma or “pet parent” that can make someone special in your life feel safe, protected and content?

Isn't it so reassuring that our Father in Heaven is there for us even if our parents aren’t close by or have already passed away? We were created to know our Father. Knowing that our authentic, true God is holding us, and trusting Him completely is very comforting. Sometimes we can even sleep soundly...

“I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety.” Psalm 4:8

Lessons Learned: It is difficult to Skype with your pet, comfy beds are a must, and occasionally a sleep-aide is quite helpful.

In His Grip, Jane

Dinosaur photo source: Mobypicture.com

The Simple Woman's Daybook

2011-10-18T14:03:00.001-07:00

FOR TODAY, October 18, 2011

Outside my window... it is sunny, a warm 60 degrees; the perfect fall day.
I am thinking...it’s the perfect day for my daughter’s senior picture appointment.
I am thankful for... last week’s trip to Boston with Mike. The weather was perfect, I loved the history, seafood, beauty of the Harbor, and spending time with my husband!
From the kitchen...we had Bertolli’s Chicken Florentine & Farfalle frozen dinner and fruit salad last night and due to our schedule I think we’re eating out tonight.
I am wearing...skinny jeans, a black v-neck tee, my brown cardigan and cheetah flats
I am creating...some new blog posts. I haven’t written in several weeks.
I am going…to help at the high school during lunch tomorrow-we’re selling “scholarship notebooks”.
I am reading...Verla Jean Learns to Drive-still. I need to hurry so I can begin my book club selection.
I am hoping...my daughter gets good news from the University she applied to.
I am hearing...my little refrigerator/freezer-it must be alive.
Around the studio/house…It’s tidy and looks like fall with the pumpkin and leaves on the table. I got to decorate my Illinois home when I was back there a week ago.
One of my favorite things…getting dressed up and going out to dinner with my hubby.
A few plans for the rest of the week: Thursday is a MOPS morning (I love mentoring), and Friday Sarah and I are driving over to Spokane for Whitworth parent’s weekend to be with T.J.
Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

Mike & I at CHEERS in Boston.

To join the fun, visit Peggy at: http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/

In His Grip, Jane

Lean On Me

2011-09-29T09:15:00.000-07:00

Forgive me for bragging, but I DO have the best girlfriends in the world. Most of them live out here in Gig Harbor, and have been “doing life” with me for the past 13+ years. Several are back in the Mid-west and have re-entered my life or stayed connected thanks to modern technology like Facebook.

Do you have friends that you can call anytime? Do you have friends that will pray for you, encourage you, hold you accountable and cry with you?

I've been thinking about the song lyrics from Lean On Me “Lean on me, when you’re not strong, I’ll be your friend, and I’ll help you carry on…" That song was very popular back in the mid-70’s when I attended Jr. High cheerleading camp at Valparaiso. Who knew I’d still be singing it in my head 30 years later?

Sometimes I'm the leaner, and sometimes it's my turn to give my shoulder to others (even if they are still in weak shape from my shoulder surgery).

The other day I was peeking at the newest kitties and puppies at our local pet store. I require an occasional “furry fix” since my fat cat is back in Illinois and my puppy dog died. All the kittens were asleep together in their litter box. (Kind of gross, yet sweet…) They were waiting to be rescued, adopted and brought to a loving home, but in the meantime they were snuggled up; comforting each other.

Real friends are like that. Sisters (and brothers) in Christ can help us through a rough patch and make things WAY more tolerable.

“Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.” Galatians 6:2 NKJV

Lessons Learned: Lean on each other; that’s why Christ puts us in community, and when life makes us feel sort of “boxed in”, draw near (to God and each other).

In His Grip, Jane

Very Convinced

2011-09-24T15:52:00.000-07:00

I thought it was remarkable. I was pulling in the driveway of my studio and a black cat ran by. Not just any black cat, but my former cat Zoe who was adopted when we moved to Illinois, proceeded to run away, presumed dead and then found and adopted again. (You can get the full story if you go back and re-read my November 11, 2010 post; The Stealth Bomber is Alive!)

I was VERY convinced that somehow Zoe missed me so much she ran away from Grandma Joan and made her way several miles to the house behind my studio apartment. She looked just like Zoe and acted like Zoe. Well…she wasn’t. The homeowner behind me has a “tuxedo” cat (four white paws and a white tummy) but her name is Oreo and she wasn’t my former cat.

Wednesday I was VERY convinced that the double root canal I was suffering through due to my fall was the worst thing I’d ever experienced and I might not survive. I had my I-Pod turned on loud, my eyes tightly shut and they had the “gas” turned on; however I was still very upset and even hyper-ventilated. I did live through the procedure, but spent the rest of the day in pain and exhausted. The dental specialist said I was so tense I weakened my immune system, thus allowing a sinus head cold to zap me in addition to my muscles and teeth aching.

I must have sounded pathetic on the phone that afternoon because my hubby booked me a massage for the next day. My teeth and nerve fractures are still healing and I’m still depending on my friend Advil.

It’s been one of those weeks. It started with my dress catching on fire (be careful of candles) and continued with several emotional events. And yet…I am VERY CONVINCED that even though I felt totally out of control this week, God was IN control.

“My gracious favor is all you need. My power works best in your weakness.” 2 Corinthians 12:9

Lessons Learned: Just because it looks or acts authentic, it might not be, don’t feed a cat on your neighbor’s deck and plan to take it home until you’ve made sure it’s not the next door neighbor’s pet, and do NOT do deep “yoga” breathing during a dental procedure when you’re breathing in nitrous gas (my nose is still sore). The only thing I really AM convinced in, is that GOD sent Jesus for me (and you!) and He is in control.

In His Grip, Jane

The week is almost over and my hubby is here this weekend! Things are looking up.

The Simple Woman's Daybook

2011-09-20T21:11:00.000-07:00

FOR TODAY, September 20, 2011

I haven’t participated in a month! I’m back in the Harbor and school has begun. I’ve been blogging lately but I went through a spell of not writing much as I grieved for my puppy dog that had to be put to sleep, and then I had to say goodbye to my home and husband in Illinois to allow my daughter to finish school out here…

Outside my window... It was beautiful! The sun was shining and it reached 74. Now it’s dark and bedtime.

I am thinking... about my former kitty cat, Zoe who ran away when we moved and then was adopted. I thought I saw her today; it turns out my neighbor has a kitty that looks almost identical.

I am thankful for... getting to see my daughter Allie last week. She’s in Costa Rica student teaching, but flew back to her college for a two week class and I drove over to see her in Spokane.

From the kitchen...last night I made a yummy pasta dish with zucchini, tomatoes and melted mozzarella cheese. I got invited over to a friend's house tonight and had salmon, fresh green beans, veggies,pound cake and white wine. Yum! I had brussel sprouts for the first time in my life!

I am wearing...an orange v-neck t-shirt with my distressed blue jean cut off shorts; both from American Eagle.

I am creating...I’ve picked up that red scarf I was knitting last spring. I will finish it!!

I am going…to get a root canal in the morning. I am bummed that I tripped and fell a week ago and this is the result.

I am reading...Verla Jean Learns to Drive by Jennifer Niven. I haven’t read much in the last few days because I got on a role of watching Mad Men on Netflix. It’s a good book though!

I am hoping... the procedure at the endodontic specialist doesn’t hurt tomorrow. Yep, I’m scared. I also hope insurance covers most of it!!

I am hearing... the T.V. and earlier my landlord on his riding mower.

Around the house… I’m in a studio apartment out here in Washington instead of my house in Illinois. I cleaned the bathroom this morning and plan to dust & vacuum before my husband visits this weekend.

One of my favorite things…is being on the Whitworth University campus on a beautiful fall day.

A few plans for the rest of the week: hearing John Lennox from Oxford speak in the morning followed by my root canal, couples bible study, Mops (I’m a mentor), a Blessings Unlimited party, and then my man Mike (hubby) comes for the weekend!

Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

(My girls at the Spokane Airport.)

To join the fun, visit Peggy at: http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/

In His Grip, Jane

Bleached, Sprinkled and Pressed

2011-09-19T07:54:00.001-07:00

My daughter Sarah’s travel mug filled with tea leaked in her backpack on her new white top. After soaking it in bleach and washing it, the stain was removed. I decided to iron it damp since it was all-cotton and that’s when I had my nostalgic moment…

My childhood flashback was my mom at the ironing board, using the Pepsi bottle with the special top; sprinkling the cotton laundry with water and rolling it up in towels until she was ready to iron. I don’t think they’d invented steam & spray irons back in the 1960’s…

I love all things retro. I’m hooked on Mad Men, can’t wait for Pan Am to start, shop vintage stores and collect purses and jewelry from the past. I never used to enjoy a big pile of ironing, but there is something gratifying about taking an item of clothing from rumpled to smooth and crisp.

Bleached. Sprinkled. Pressed.

I feel a bit like a wrinkled blouse and yet despite my sins, I have been made white (thanks to Jesus), sprinkled (it rains/mists here in Washington), and pressed (hard by my circumstances).

"Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow.” Isaiah 1:18
“We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair.” 2 Chronicles 4:8

Lesson Learned: God is my/our ultimate “iron” and it takes time and pressure to remove stains and smooth out the wrinkles. I need to remember this uncomfortable time won't last long, and that just like the Brandon Heath song; He’s not finished with me yet.

In His Grip, Jane

Landing Hard

2011-09-16T18:24:00.000-07:00

Apparently my daughter Sarah and I have more in common than sharing a room. We fall down. We land hard. We hurt.

Sarah fainted Saturday night and whacked her head on a tile floor. She was fine but we continue to worry about her tendency to have Vasovagal Syncope (a fancy name for fainting due to being over-heated,dehydrated, or scared).

The next day she spent the afternoon resting on the couch with a headache. I was typing quietly on the other side of our “not so big” studio, when I heard her call me. I jumped up to run over and see what she needed, tripped over a cord, and fell. I literally did a face plant. Klutzy me landed on my hands and knees and teeth. I was thankful I landed on a rug and glad nothing was broken.

"The LORD upholds all those who fall and lifts up all who are bowed down." Psalm 145:14

My teeth and wrists hurt but I didn’t think too much of it until two days later when my teeth were still throbbing. After x-rays at my dentist who sent me next door to an Endodontic specialist, I was diagnosed with fractured nerves inside my tooth and gums. He said I’d had “trauma”. I’ll say!

I haven’t had any dental issues since I got my braces off when I was 17! Now I’m looking at a possible root canal. “Oh bother” as Eeyore would exclaim. I’m on heavy doses of Advil and “self-medicating” with some red wine until I go back for a re-check to see if my tooth is dying...

I think back to all the times I’ve fallen; hurdles in 8th grade, landing on my very pregnant tummy forcing Mitch’s c-section, bus stop on gravel, down a flight of stairs while house hunting (on my tailbone!) and now this. This time it hurts a lot and the damage might be permanent.
ing is not.

Lessons Learned: Do not open your mouth to gasp/yell an inappropriate word when you’re falling down because you might hit your teeth, don’t run in a small studio apartment, and perhaps a device should be created for Sarah and I that announces “we’re falling, catch us!"

In His Grip, Jane

Photo source: Palo Alto Dental Care

Changing Plans

2011-09-12T14:05:00.001-07:00

I wasn’t expecting to get a phone call from my Costa Rica this morning. I didn’t recognize the number but am so glad I answered anyway! “Mom!! It’s Allie! My plans have changed...” Why was she calling long-distance and wasn’t she supposed to be on a plane?

(We interrupt this student teaching experience to fly back to the Whitworth University campus and take some specific teacher education classes for two weeks. Yep, the extra back-and-forth tickets are on the credit card-ouch!)

Allie is having the time of her life down in Costa Rica. She’s comprehending Spanish,and enjoying new friends, the culture, the food,and the Christian school where she's student teaching. Thanks to Whitworth University "South", my girl is immersed in a whole different part of God’s world.

I was at the Chicago Art Museum when I walked by a wall map and saw on a big-scale how FAR AWAY my daughter is! Central America is quite a long distance from Gig Harbor, Washington! We Skype to stay in touch.

Allie was supposed to be on a plane on her way to Dallas, then Spokane today. Apparently her plane didn’t show up and instead she is being re-routed to Miami. She and her best friend are being put up in a hotel, and then flown to Seattle/Spokane tomorrow. She told me they’re learning to “go with the flow”.

I am not nearly as flexible but I’m getting “stretched”. (Remember, I was the Jr. High cheerleader who couldn’t do the splits.) Thankfully, Allie’s arriving tomorrow around 2:00 p.m. I had made plans to drive across the state tomorrow to spend the afternoon with my girl and have a birthday dinner with her, visit her college brother T.J. and take my youngest on an official campus tour. I'm a planner. The no-show plane almost ruined MY plans, but in reality my schedule has just been altered by two hours.

“In his heart a man plans his course, but the LORD determines his steps.” Proverbs 16:9

Imagine ten years ago when families and friends of the 9/11 victims and first responders heard the news of what those planes had done. Their plans were changed; not just for the week, but for a lifetime... Let's continue to pray for the 9/11 families. "God brings good out of bad circumstances." Romans 8:28

Lessons Learned:“Going with the flow” is a necessary part of the journey and surely Skype was invented to make Mommas happy.

In His Grip, Jane

A Flash of Orange

2011-09-07T15:38:00.001-07:00

Two weeks ago I took my first “by myself” train ride to Chicago from my western suburb of Glen Ellyn. I felt quite grown up and cosmopolitan as I disembarked, hailed a cab and met a dear friend for a day of shopping and lunch.

We sniffed our way through the Nordstrom fragrance department, and before lunch at the Grand Luxe Cafe we headed to Forever 21. I wanted to find a surprise for my daughter who is student teaching in Costa Rica. (Shh-don’t tell her.) Little did I know I would create a "color" memory at the huge two-story clothing store.

For my day in the city I had chosen to wear black walking shorts, and a v-neck patterned tunic over a bright orange tank. Full-length mirrors dotted walls throughout the second floor, so rather than wait in the long dressing room line I just tried some tops over what I was wearing. The last top wasn’t flattering, so I hung it back on the hanger and continued wandering around while my friend Karen went to the dressing room.

I walked by a full length mirror and caught a glimpse of my reflection; all I saw was a flash of orange. Where was my top? I no longer had on my patterned tunic, only the tank which was not super flattering on my I hate sit-ups body. Karen walked toward me and immediately she noticed something was amiss (and missing).

I asked the store clerk if he’d seen a top laying around that obviously wasn’t a Forever 21 style. I suppose my dilemma sounded a bit odd but he tried to help. We madly searched the areas we’d been looking at. Did I mention how HUGE the store was? Low and behold it was hiding on a hanger underneath the last top I’d tried on. If I hadn’t found it, I would definitely have been forced to purchase something new to wear in public!

Once I was fully dressed again we started to laugh. Two grown women; bent over and laughing until we cried… There I was thinking I didn’t look half bad on my city outing, only to discover I’d been walking around missing half my outfit! I must have looked ridiculous like the main character in “The Emperor’s New Clothes”! I felt so exposed… I’ve had many times of feeling exposed, but usually hurt feelings or regret is involved instead of lost tops and laughter.

"Behold, I come like a thief! Blessed is he who stays awake and keeps his clothes with him, so that he may not go naked and be shamefully exposed." Revelation 16:15

If you ever see me wearing orange and I’m smiling, you’ll know I’m remembering …

Lessons Learned: The wait for a dressing room is worth it, and laughing with a friend is the BEST medicine for stress.

In His Grip, Jane

Switching Gears

2011-08-29T21:50:00.000-07:00

I’m alone in my little studio apartment. I flew back to the Northwest Sunday. For the past 6 weeks I’ve been in our Glen Ellyn home enjoying my summer. I’ve puttered, taken walks & bike rides, gone to the community pool, taken the train to Chicago, hung out with three of my four kids, sipped wine, but most of all I’ve been enjoying time with my husband.

As soon as I was on the plane I felt a shift. I am now on my mission to allow our youngest a wonderful senior year of high school. I’m no longer in my two-story plus basement home with access to the convertible, my bike, my man…

I am now in a small, cute studio with my beautiful daughter, Northwest weather, a cook plate, water that won’t stay warm and a car that smells like apple cider vinegar due to a spill during “the move”.

I had a bit of trouble shifting gears when riding my purple bike, Violet. I suppose I need to give myself a bit of time to make the switch to this current situation. I trust God, but that doesn’t always make it easy. I’m thankful for dear friends here in the Harbor and a calendar that is suddenly full, but I’m still having a hard time.

Not only am I wishing my husband lived here so we could experience Sarah’s senior year together, but I’m mourning the loss of our puppy dog Sadie. Having her put down last week was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done (ranks up there with moving.) Tears come when I least expect them.

I’m aware that I need to give my emotions a bit of time to adjust to this change just like my body is adjusting from Central time to Pacific time. I know spending time with girlfriends will help me shift back to Harbor Life. For now, it's time to go to bed. Maybe I’ll unpack my suitcases tomorrow…

Terrific Tuesday: The Simple Woman's Daybook

2011-08-23T07:33:00.001-07:00

FOR TODAY, August 23, 2011
Outside my window...we're having a thunderstorm and it's raining hard. Good thing I pulled the car out and put the top up on my husband’s convertible before it started to pour.

I am thinking... about how much FUN I had in Chicago yesterday with my friend.

I am thankful for... my time being “home” in Glen Ellyn this summer.

From the kitchen...after I go to the grocery; tacos tonight, steak & corn on the cob tomorrow, whatever my college boy wants on Thursday and Friday it’s my birthday so dinner out?!

I am wearing...distressed jeans from Forever 21 and a patterned top I’ve had forever.

I am creating... hopefully a tidy home and lists.

I am going…to get my hair done-yay!

I am reading...More Than Words, Stories of Courage by Susan Wiggs, Sharon Sala and Emilie Richards.

I am hoping... my doggie Sadie doesn’t go to Heaven this week. She’s barely eating and is going downhill fast. The Vet thinks she has a tumor on her spleen and we’re just taking it day by day before we have to “make a decision”.

I am hearing...my son's music on his Mac, thunder, my dog pacing.

Around the house… I am NOT looking forward to going down to the basement to do laundry. Due to the remodel on the house next door that sat empty for five years, we’ve had two mice come in the basement!!!!

One of my favorite things…laughing with a friend so hard that we cry.

A few plans for the rest of the week: cleaning, errands, spoiling my sick doggie, catching up with my daughter-in-law when she gets back from her trip to Colorado Springs, taking T.J. to the dentist, dinner out, celebrating my birthday, packing,and flying back to Washington for the school year.

Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

(My oldest & youngest before Sarah left to fly back for her senior year-and our sweet dog Sadie.)

To join the fun, visit Peggy at: http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/

Thanks for reading!

In His Grip, Jane

Family Friday: Remember to Check The Pockets!

2011-08-19T05:39:00.000-07:00

(Picture source: I’m an Organizing Junkie!)

Last week I took a drive over to Indianapolis for a few days with T.J. and Sarah. We had a fun visit catching up with my sisters,my Mom (Grandma) and the extended family. I even got my childhood birthday dinner; bbq ribs and angel food cake with chocolate whipped cream icing-thanks Jill!

The best part about relocating to the mid-west is that I’m now only a 3 hour drive from my Mom. I had hoped to get over to see her more than once this summer, but since we’ve only had one car here I had to wait for Mike to leave on a business trip. Besides visiting, I wanted to be available to help my Mom around her little home. She lives in a modern 2-bedroom in my childhood hometown while she waits patiently for her new assisted living center to be built.

Mom needed help going through her closet. My wonderful mom tends to save things. She had LOTS of clothes that were either out of date or the wrong size. After a bit of tough love/persuasion, we filled two huge garbage bags with clothes to donate to the Goodwill. As we were folding pants, jackets and suits to bag up my mom kept saying “remember to check the pockets!”

What exactly were we looking for? Well…kleenex. Yep. My mom tucks a tissue in every pocket of everything she wears. We found a boatload. (She also found $5 which was way more fun than wadded up kleexex.)

(Source-http://www.kleenex.com/FacialTissues.aspx

Besides the hunt for kleenex, the other rather humorous event during my stay was when I opened up the hide-a-bed to put on the sheets and discovered a silver tray under the couch cushions. Why was she storing/hiding the velvet wrapped tray that I remember her buying last fall when she came to visit me? Apparently she couldn’t find anywhere else to put it. Hmmm.…

Lessons Learned: Family is precious; spend as much time with them as possible, you’re allowed to be quirky when you’re over 80, no one needs 10 pairs of khaki pants and black clogs, and remember to check your pockets!

“Children's children are a crown to the aged, and parents are the pride of their children.” Proverbs 17:6

Is your Mom a tissue-tucker?

In His Grip, Jane

Wednesday Word of the Day: Skeptical

2011-08-17T07:58:00.000-07:00

I was skeptical. I had been invited across the street for a “Girl’s Gold Rush" Party on Sunday after church. I’ve always wondered about those shops in strip malls that claim they’ll give you cash for gold. I had never heard of a Gold Rush party, but the Mimosas and Bloody Mary’s sounded good and I wanted to socialize with my neighbors since I’m still a newbie.

I headed over empty-handed, had a cocktail and met some new people. I also watched the expert studying jewelry and handing out checks. As I was leaving I decided to grab the invite which described what gold brought cash…

For a while in college I liked gold jewelry, my wedding and engagement rings are gold, but I’ve always been a silver girl. Among the list I saw the potential; men's jewelry. I found Mike down in the basement watching golf and casually asked him if he had any old gold jewelry. He said to bring him down his little wooden box off his dresser.

Hubby was awarded many rings and pins for being an “all-star” in the company (which shall remain nameless) that he worked for three jobs ago. I went back to the party and was the caboose on the gold train.

The nice gal checked my loot with a magnet (fake gold/metal sticks, real doesn’t) and looked for the inscription, etc. It turned out all my stuff was fake; Mike’s rings and pins were 10 k.

Jackpot! I was the big winner of the day! I came home with a check for over $800 (enough to pay the first month’s rent on the Studio apartment in Gig Harbor) and $20 in cash for being the winner of the day.

The Encarta dictionary defines skeptical as being doubtful, tending not to believe or accept things but to question them. I was skeptical about the whole money for gold concept, but now I believe. Now I believe, thanks to my handsome hubby…

“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” Romans 8:28

Do you doubt that God has your best in mind, even when things aren’t going the way you’d hoped? I know the past year has had me asking God, “really?” quite often. It is comforting to know that He is working out a plan for our family as we bounce back and forth between Washington and Illinois. Even a simple invite to a party that I was skeptical about resulted in financial help for our rent.

“But he knows the way that I take; when he has tested me, I will come forth as gold” Job 23:10

Lessons Learned: Don’t always be skeptical, real gold is not magnetic (and most of mine is), jewelry is definitely a girl’s best friend, and GOD is good, all the time...

In His Grip, Jane

Terrific Tuesday's Simple Woman's Daybook

2011-08-16T11:09:00.000-07:00

FOR TODAY, August 16, 2011

Outside my window... are workmen. Yep, they are RIGHT outside my side window building the garage. Weather-wise, it’s beautiful; sunny and about 79.

I am thinking...what fun it was to take a road-trip to Indy last week and see my family. We ate out at Don Pablo's.

I am thankful for... my son Mitch getting a teaching job here in Illinois!

From the kitchen...Sarah will be gone, Mike’s traveling so maybe the frozen Lasagna?

I am wearing...khaki shorts and a blue & white striped tank top.

I am creating...I’m going to put black chalkboard paint on the drawer-fronts of my little wooden Ikea organizer that’s in my craft room. The chalkboard paint on the pantry door turned out great but I’ll have to blog about the details another day…

I am going… to O’Hare later; Sarah’s flying back to Washington.

I am reading...All You Need To Be Impossibly French, by Helena Frith Powell

I am hoping...Sarah gets all our stuff moved into the studio apartment and figures out the changes in her class schedule.

I am hearing...the dishwasher, my boys talking about soccer (Arsenal fans) and workmen next door.

Around the house…we have had a sweet newlywed couple staying with us for several days while they waited for their apartment north of Chicago to be ready. Today is moving day for them!

One of my favorite things…eating at the Texas De Brazil Steakhouse in Chicago. After going to the Art Museum we had my b-day dinner a couple weeks early-yum! I got these really cute flower pins at Forever 21 that I can pin on my sweaters and Sarah can wear in her hair.

A few plans for the rest of the week: go to the pool, take TJ to Naperville, have a bible study reunion with my “Esther” group, clean the house and I hope I can go see The Help.

Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

(Mike & I in front of The Bean in Chicago.)

To join the fun, visit Peggy at: http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/

Thanks for reading!
In His Grip, Jane

It's a New Week! The Simple Woman's Daybook

2011-08-08T14:25:00.000-07:00

FOR TODAY, August 8th, 2011

Outside my window... it started out sunny but currently it's raining (and my husband left the top of his convertible down at the office...bummer.)

I am thinking...how much I’ll miss not being able to go for bike rides when I leave at the end of the summer-“Violet” will stay here in Glen Ellyn.

I am thankful for... my daughter Allie arriving safely in Costa Rica. She's already having a wonderful time and feels God's presence.

From the kitchen...We’re having chicken, asparagus, and I’m going to try a grilled Romaine salad with a citrus vinaigrette that I saw on the Food Network.

I am wearing...black shorts and a black & white tank top, bare feet.

I am creating... a wall of my kid's art down in the craft room/office.

I am going…to take my two youngest and visit my Mom and sisters in Carmel and Indianapolis tomorrow through Thursday.

I am reading...I finished Saving Cee Cee Honeycutt by Beth Hoffman (loved it!) and went back to Under the Tuscan Sun.

I am hoping... my son Mitch and his wife Amy both find jobs soon that they will enjoy.

I am hearing...rain tapping on the windows, thunder rumbling, and my dog walking in circles since she's nervous about the storm.

Around the house… it’s still a bit disorganized since my messy kids are here and Mitch & Amy are settling in. The bamboo blinds I ordered for the kitchen arrived and I found some bedding on clearance at Pottery Barn.

One of my favorite things…my black-velvet, lavender-filled eye covering I wear when it’s too bright and I want to sleep. It feels good and it smells good!

A few plans for the rest of the week:besides our road trip to Indy, I plan to take my daughter to a beauty school in Naperville for a facial-it’s super affordable,hopefully I will decide on a bedroom paint color, we need to head to Chicago before Sarah leaves next week, and I have a pillow sham on hold at the Geneva Pottery Barn.

Here are pictures for thought I am sharing...
(We took a drive up to Grayslake where we lived from 1994-1997.)

We saw our old house-it was blue/gray when we lived there.)

(Third Lake where we swam.)

(We ate at our favorite places; Pat’s Pizza and Dog ‘n Suds.)

To join the fun, visit Peggy at: http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/

Since I’ll be out of town Wednesday, I might not be blogging again until Friday. Thanks for reading, and have a good week!!

In His Grip, Jane

Family Friday: Look Out Costa Rica!

2011-08-05T13:56:00.000-07:00

“You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.” Isaiah 55:12

Knowing helps. Thanks to a voice-mail I found on my cell phone this morning, I know that my daughter Allie has arrived safely in her new home-away-from-home country of Costa Rica. Allie and her best friend of 13 years are taking advantage of a wonderful opportunity, and will be student teaching this fall at Lighthouse International School in Escazu.

Whitworth University has a satellite campus down in Costa Rica. It is about an hour from the capital of San Jose’. It used to be a hotel and now it can house 30 students.

The girls are at the campus for a little while and then will be moving in with a host family in the city of Escazu. It is an upscale city with lots of restaurants, modern shopping, and even an IMAX theater. It’s known for its scenic outlooks and appears to get more rain than San Jose’ (Growing up in drizzly Gig Harbor hopefully prepared them for the upcoming rainy season.)

I love that they’ll experience a new culture, live with a retired Abuela (grandma) and Abuelo (grandpa) who speak Spanish, but get to teach in an English-speaking school. My musically talented girl brought her guitar; I hope she’ll get lots of opportunities to play for her class. Allie has spent much of her teacher training in the early grades but this time she’ll be with 6th graders.She has a big heart for kids and loves science and reading.

Thirty years ago I student taught 3rd grade at the elementary school in Carmel Indiana that I had attended as a child. I lived at home with my Mom and Dad. Most of the staff knew our family. I remember my mentor teacher, Millie Spilly, was terrific, and I enjoyed my class. Not quite the student teaching experience my daughter is about to have...Except for crossing the border into Tijuana and up to the Canadian border, I never traveled out of the country when I was young. Would I have gone if money wasn’t an issue and the opportunity arose? Probably not. I grew up quite the homebody-I was even afraid to go to sleepovers! Thanks to my hubby I have traveled to Mexico, Canada and Europe twice. I might even live overseas someday...

Allie has been on mission trips to Mexico and Jamaica, camps in Canada, school in England and spent time with friends exploring Europe. I admire my adventurous daughter. Where did she get her fearless spirit? (Probably partly from her Air force-brat Daddy who lived all over the place but mostly from our Lord who challenges her to “go and make disciples of all the nations.” Matthew 28:18)

I’m so proud of the young woman my oldest daughter has become and whether or not she ends up becoming an elementary teacher, I am excited for her to have this semester “abroad”. We sent her with a can of Mace Pepper spray, lots of prayers and all our love. Her adventure begins!

Look out Costa Rica! Here comes Senorita Allison Grace Carver!!

In His Grip, Jane

Wednesday Word of the Day: Anthropomorphic

2011-08-03T09:10:00.000-07:00

I love Winnie the Pooh. When my four were all little we spent HOURS watching the Pooh videos. Last Friday I took my two "littles" to see the new movie. Seventeen and nineteen are not too old to enjoy all that Winnie the Pooh has to offer. We laughed and learned. The voices were almost identical to the originals and the adventure was new. Of course the story began with a rumbly tummy…

What is a rumbly tummy and what is a Pooh? Well, Winnie the Pooh was created by A.A. Milne back in 1926 and the boy in the stories, Christopher Robin, was his son’s name. Pooh is a lovable teddy bear whose tummy is always rumbly and hungry for honey. The stories are classics and the videos that Disney produced are delightful. Pooh has lots of friends in the Hundred Acre Wood where he “lives”. The forest is modeled after a real one in England called Ashland Forest. I love the British accent that Christopher has in the movie.

When I taught first grade we did a Pooh dance in the spring musical so I know all the words to the song. I can also tell you the T-I-G-G-E-R cheer. Did I mention I have a cat named Tigger?

I was hunting down some Pooh facts when I came across a word I wasn’t familiar with; anthropomorphic. The Encarta Dictionary defines it as "attribution of human characteristics to nonhumans". Well that explains why I love Pooh and his friends so much-they really are like people!

I asked my husband which Pooh character he was like. I stumped him. I guess no one had ever asked him such a deep question.

I am a blend of ALL the Pooh characters.
Pooh: I’m silly and often hungry,I love honey, I like wearing red and I love my friends
Rabbit: Although I’m not a great gardener I do like order and can be short-tempered
Piglet: I like pink, I worry too much and often get scared
Kanga: I too am a mother who tries to be patient
Roo: I'm easily excitable
Eeyorre: Yep, I have my gloomy days and sometimes see the glass half-empty
Owl: I love books and need glasses but I don’t pretend to be wise
Tigger: Give me my morning coffee and I’m cheerful and bouncy (and I’m the only me!)
Christopher Robin: I always played pretend as a child and loved my stuffies and dolls
(Gopher wasn’t in the new movie and I can’t really think of how I compare to him…)

My youngest has all the stuffed animals, the books and even a hand-painted Pooh toy box. I have the feeling that when she becomes a Momma, her little one will have a delightful Pooh-themed nursery.

I don’t want to spoil the movie for you by telling you everything that happens, but let’s just say the anthropomorphic animals reminded me once again, about compassion and friendship.
“If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up!” Ecclesiastes 4:10 (This also applies to losing your tail…)

Lesson Learned: Friends are even more important than a rumbly tummy and you’re never too old to enjoy Winnie the Pooh.

Which Pooh character are you most like?

In His Grip, Jane

It's a New Week: The Simple Woman's Daybook

2011-08-01T06:22:00.000-07:00

FOR TODAY, August 1st, 2011

Outside my window... it’s sunny, sticky & warm.
I am thinking...a year ago yesterday my oldest son Mitch was getting married.
I am thankful for... my older daughter trading in her lemon car and finding a Jeep Liberty she loves.
From the kitchen...last night was spaghetti with homemade meatballs, tonight we’re having chicken and veggie bobs on the grill.
I am wearing...my Java Jane t-shirt and floral boxers-I haven’t gotten dressed yet.
I am creating... pots. I’m copying a blog idea. Mike spray painted clay pots I got at a garage sale black, and I’m going to stencil our house numbers on them and fill with flowers.
I am going…to Ikea and Woodfield Mall this afternoon with my kids.
I am reading...Under the Tuscan Sun by Frances Mayes
I am hoping...I can figure out a part-time job when I return to Gig Harbor for the school year. My teaching certificate expired so I need to see if I can renew it if I intend to substitute teach.
I am hearing...the air conditioner but otherwise it’s peaceful and quiet. The dog must have fallen asleep, otherwise she’d be barking.
Around the house… lots of wedding gifts have been delivered here for a couple my son is friends with and they're stacking up in the basement. I need to finish hemming curtains, do some laundry and mop the wood floors with my Shark.
One of my favorite things…Matchbook E-magazine. I LOVE it! It’s preppy, classic and informative.
A few plans for the rest of the week: welcoming my oldest son and his wife and finding room for all their stuff, going to the pool to try to get a “tan”, possibly going to Chicago for an outing, and choosing a paint color for my bedroom.
Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

(This is Tigger after he spent the night outside in an old, deserted doghouse during a thunderstorm. He is NOT an outdoor kitty anymore and he was NOT happy about it.)

To join the fun, visit Peggy at: http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/

In His Grip, Jane

Family Friday: Looking for the Hiding Place

2011-07-29T10:29:00.000-07:00

We had quite a scare here yesterday morning. After a night of HUGE, LOUD, thunderstorms (the Thundershirt still didn’t help our dog, Sadie) I came down to the kitchen and found a note,“I fed the pets, but where is Tigger?”

What did Mike mean? Tigger is always down in the basement in one of his two spots. After he tolerates his kibble for breakfast (likes dinnertime better when he gets wet Meow Mix) he always lays down in one of his spots and has a nap.

(Tigger's bed)

(His favorite box)

I looked everywhere. I even used the flashlight. I checked closets, I called him, shook the dried food container, and even peeked into Sarah’s room to make sure he wasn’t snoozing with her. No sign of my fat cat. I knew he wasn't outdoors.

You have to understand what a difference a year makes. For the ten years that Tigger lived in the Yellow House he was an indoor/outdoor kitty; I felt like I needed a revolving door like at Macys. He used to get in fights,“cat-around” occasionally kill a bird, and basically enjoy his lazy life. All that changed when we moved. He’s turned into a true scardy-cat , and is afraid to go outside. If he goes out at all it’s for two minutes and we never lose sight of him. His quality of life has definitely gone downhill with this move to Illinois. Although food was always the hi-light of his day, now it’s the hi-light of his life!

I took our dog for a walk around the block and called for Tig just in case he had gotten outside. When I spotted a dead bird in our yard I was hopeful- it could be a sign he was out and about…Still, no Tigger.
(T.J. disposed of the bird, thankfully.)

Mike finally called and mentioned Tigger had gone outside while I was at Bookworms. On a side note, it was fun to see my Glen Ellyn/Wheaton book club friends. They had read the book Room about a mother and son who were forced to live in one room for years. Speaking of one-room-living; surely my upcoming school year living in a Studio apartment with my daughter Sarah won’t be terrible…
The Bookworms group got off on quite a discussion on Jacee Dugard being rescued, kidnappings, keeping our kids safe, etc.

Back to TIgger. Mike suggested looking in places near our house where he might have hidden during the storm. Sure enough, my big, fat, lovable cat was hiding in the old dog house behind our detached garage. When he heard me calling he stuck his wet head out the opening and happily followed “his momma” back inside.

I wasn’t going to stop looking for his hiding place until I found him.
I LOVE my cat.

Lesson Learned: I suppose I need to set a better example to my cat that we live here now. Home is where your family is. Also, note to self; if Tigger isn’t in the basement, or on a chair in the living room or dining room, look out back in the “dog/cat” house.

I’m thankful that when I’m in trouble, I know where to go. “God is a hiding place in times of trouble.”
Psalm 9:9

In His Grip, Jane

Word of the Week Wednesday: Confidence

2011-07-27T08:43:00.000-07:00

I think I just found my “uniform” for self-confidence; black & white polka-dot sheath dress, sunglasses, a scarf tied around my hair, and a convertible.

I was driving to Mike’s office to pick him up for a dinner date with some work associates and as I was zooming along the highway I realized I felt happy and confident. Maybe it was the looks people gave me. I seemed to be the only one in a convertible with the top down. The weather was glorious. I was playing a Stephen Curtis Chapman CD and the song Remember Your Chains came on. It was a quick “reality check” that even though I definitely felt confident in what I was wearing and driving, my true confidence comes from knowing and loving God.

Imagine what you life would be
If Jesus had not set you free
Remember your chains are gone
Remember all that once held you
Before the love of God broke through
Remember your chains

The definition for confidence in the Encarta dictionary is “Self assurance or a belief in your ability to succeed.” It’s taken me only 50 years to accept who I am and to improve my self-esteem. God has been patiently telling me I am loved and accepted and other people’s opinions aren’t what matter even though that’s not what the world says. Even though I’m not sure what God has planned for me to do after Sarah graduates next year, I know He’ll help me succeed.

I pulled up in front of Mike’s office building feeling pretty “hot”. He walked out and said to another guy something like,”There’s a hot chick picking me up- how did I get so lucky?” That was a confidence-booster! He also said I looked like Jackie Kennedy. Now that was a compliment! I’ve always loved/copied her style…pearls, sheath dresses, white jeans, big sunglasses. She had such a sense of style, was true to herself and always dressed appropriately. She even had Barbie dolls made to look like her!

Lesson Learned: Besides classic clothes I feel pretty in, a scarf and sunglasses (which are great for hiding wrinkles), I need to remember what is really important to put on:

“Put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.”
Ephesians 6:13-17

A sweet Audi convertible with red leather interior also helps bring joy and confidence…

In His Grip, Jane

It's a New Week! The Simple Woman's Daybook

2011-07-25T08:20:00.000-07:00

FOR TODAY, July 25th, 2011
Outside my window... it’s pretty and wasn’t too hot for me to sit outside for my quiet time and coffee!
I am thinking...it’s wonderful to have two of my four kids home and I’m praying for Norway. (My grandma was the only one of her family born in the USA-I have Norwegian roots.)
I am thankful for... Sadie our dog surviving a seizure of some sort Saturday night-we’re worried, she’s definitely going downhill fast.
From the kitchen...I need to clean and cut up all the veggies I bought for my daughter & husband’s low-carbohydrate, hi-protein diet, and make my son cookies. Tonight we’re having tacos/taco salad.
I am wearing...my cheetah robe over summer jammies.
I am creating...window treatments for the basement.
I am going…to get my son & daughter-in-law’s 1st anniversary card in the mail.
I am reading...Summer by the Sea by Susan Wiggs
I am hoping... my kids enjoy their month here "at home” in Illinois.
I am hearing...lots of noise from next door-they cut down tree branches that were too close to the new roof on the remodel.
Around the house… evidence that my two youngest are home; shoes, cell phones, nail polish, clothes on the floor.
One of my favorite things…driving slowly around town in the convertible after dinner with Mike admiring the beautiful, huge, old homes.
A few plans for the rest of the week: get my kids a month membership to the YMCA, buy pool passes, go see the Winnie the Pooh movie, continue on some house projects, and maybe go to book club even though I didn’t read the book.
Here are a couple pictures for thought I am sharing...

(Mike and I with our girls outside of the Mongolian Grill in Gig Harbor-it was the last time I got to see Allie before she takes off for Costa Rica.)

(T.J. being goofy and showing off his new braceless smile.)

To join the fun, visit Peggy at: http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/
In His Grip, Jane

Family Friday: Sadie is a Senior

2011-07-22T12:42:00.000-07:00

My Labrador/mix spends her time laying in the living room by the couch. That is, when she can relax.

It’s been awhile since I’ve written about our doggie, Sadie. She has definitely entered her “golden years” but I’m not convinced they’re “golden”. Lately her behavior has been downright disturbing; she walks in circles around the house, she’s losing her hearing, barks for no reason, walks into the bathroom and just stands there, wanders out of her yard, begs without manners, etc.

I called the Vet yesterday to see what we should do. She explained that this behavior was quite common in older dogs. It’s comparable to a person getting Alzheimer’s. Great… My puppy is totally losing her mental capabilities. The doctor mentioned a drug we could try but it would run about $75 a month. With two in private college, two, possibly three car payments and a rental in Washington, we really don’t want to commit to that expense. We might just try some anti-anxiety medicine on an on-going basis-sort of like puppy Prozac.

It’s been too hot to take her for walks this week (her favorite thing in life) and it's so humid she barely wants to go out the door to go potty. I can’t leave her alone anymore outside. If I do, she wanders across the street. It really is sort of like taking care of a toddler or a senior with Alzheimer’s.

A dear friend of ours has a Dad suffering from Alzheimer’s disease. I’ve watched how patient and caring he and his Mom have been. I on the other hand, have just been downright annoyed with my dog. Why can’t she be mellow? Why can’t she stop pacing and just lay down? Why does every bang sound coming from next door’s remodel send her into a tizzy?

Sadie has always been a good girl even though we knew she had “issues” when we adopted her. (She flunked the service dog program.) She’s been part of the Carver Clan for over 10 years. I hope when three of my four kids are home this summer that she gets SO much attention that she’ll relax.

Lesson learned: Sadie reminds me that we all need to be loved and cared for as we age. I hope my children will be more patient and understanding with me when I’m elderly than I am with my doggie!

The power is off again-another storm here in the Midwest. I’d better go check her in her hiding spot in the basement…

"Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you." Isaiah 46:4

How about you? Do you have a pet advancing in age, or a loved one who needs special care?

In His Grip, Jane

Word of the week Wednesday: Microburst

2011-07-20T13:54:00.000-07:00

“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?” Matthew 6:26

I arrived back in Glen Ellyn around midnight on July 11th. Michael, who was the birthday boy, got picked up by a neighbor around 7:15 and I fell back asleep. Summer vacation! In my own comfy bed! Time to do projects and hang out with my pets!

Well, my lazy morning was abruptly interrupted by a micro-burst which plowed through our town at around 7:45. What is a micro-burst, you ask? Well I happen to have the Wikipedia definition handy;“A micro-burst is a very localized column of sinking air, producing damaging divergent and straight-line winds at the surface that are similar to, but distinguishable from, tornadoes, which generally have convergent damage. A micro-burst often has high winds that can knock over fully grown trees.”

The sky was black, the winds were loud, and I headed downstairs with my shaking dog. The front storm door swung open, breaking the hinge, pushing my rocking chair off the porch and breaking the light. Of course Mike wasn’t home. He wasn’t with me in the Northwest when a windstorm knocked over a bunch of huge pine trees in our back yard.

The power went off and after finding candles and Sadie’s Thundershirt I headed to the basement. What is a Thundershirt? Well, it’s supposed to apply pressure to a doggie to relieve stress and anxiety. It didn’t work. Can I get a refund please? Tigger stayed in his basement hiding spot all day.

Once the storm stopped I heard the birds. They were singing as if they didn’t have a care in the world. The next sound I heard was the sound of a generator and after that an electric saw. My neighbors lost several trees and one landed on their mini-camper. By dinnertime the streets were lined with branches.

I thought the power would be restored by evening. I was wrong. Four days later, our power finally came back on. Over 570,000 homes were without power. During those four days (which were hot) we kept our food alive and a fan going thanks to our neighbor’s generator and an extension cord.

I spent a day in the library enjoying the air-conditioning and Wi-Fi connection. We ate out the first two nights and slept in the basement. It was fun doing our marriage bible study by candlelight. We’re reading “High Octane Marriage” by Danny & Amy Dewalt.

I kept seeing the Com Ed trucks driving up and down our street, and other homes began getting electricity, but not us. I had bad hair days (no blow dryer) and couldn’t start my projects. Waa...then I thought about all the people in Joplin, the south and in Japan whose lives have been turned upside down due to the violence of storms. I am grateful for God’s mercy on our home and won’t take power for granted.

Right after the power came on I vacuumed and baked cookies. It felt like home again.

Lessons learned: a new word; micro-burst, storm doors often break in storms, generators are wonderful (wish we had one!), not even a Thundershirt can help my dog stop shaking, and I want to be like the birds right after the storm- praising their creator with confidence that they are taken care of.

In His Grip, Jane

Simple Woman's Daybook

2011-07-18T12:42:00.001-07:00

FOR TODAY, July 18th, 2011

Outside my window... it’s hazy, humid and HOT-about 97 degrees.

I am thinking... about T.J. getting his braces off today. Yay! He didn’t like being the only college student in braces. I know he’ll look great!!

I am thankful for...POWER, friends in Gig Harbor who are feeding my two youngest this week and letting them spend the night over the weekend, lots of time with my man Michael.

From the kitchen...last night we had patty melts on the grill,corn on the cob and homemade carrot cake (Mike's b-day cake a week late). Tonight we’re having BBQ chicken, asparagus and peaches.

I am wearing...blue shorts, tank top, hair in a pony, flip flops (guess it’s my summer uniform).

I am creating... a menu list for the week.

I am going…to Ikea tomorrow to return some things and possibly buy a rug for our bedroom like the one I saw on the Vintage Revival: Epic Room Makeover blog.

I am reading...The Postmistress by Sarah Blake. I also got the nonfiction book entitled Calm My Anxious Heart by Linda Dillow back out. I need to be reminded to be content in all my circumstances.

I am hoping... my doggie Sadie is OK. She’s 12 ½ and seems to be declining in health rapidly. She didn’t eat her breakfast until noon (VERY unlike her), has been barking for no reason, and can’t hear much.

I am hearing...construction banging (the house next door is being remodeled from the ground up) and K-Love on the radio.

Around the house… I need to bring my Shark up and mop the wood floors and we’re going to paint the pantry door with chalkboard paint.

Some of my favorite things…LORE’AL double extend mascara (it is SO easy to remove and looks great too) and Pomegranate martinis (we enjoyed some on Swanky Saturday in Naperville).

A few plans for the rest of the week: rearrange the kids bedrooms (getting the green room cleared out and ready for when my oldest son Mitch and his wife Amy who move in next month for the year and the tan room ready for T.J. who comes back Saturday for a month), riding my new bike, planting flowers, attending a progressive wine-tasting with the Newcomer’s group and welcoming home T.J. & Sarah Saturday night.

The owner of the bike shop let me exchange my bike for a smaller frame. It should be in Wednesday. I think I'll name her Violet. Mike got a bike too!

Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

(Construction on the house next door. It was on the market 5 years! Finally a contractor bought it and is remodeling it. One of the mice who probably lived in the vacant house ended up dead in my basement-gross & thanks Tigger!)

To join the fun, visit Peggy at: http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/

In His Grip, Jane

I Tipped

2011-07-14T16:37:00.000-07:00

I was SO excited to finally buy a bicycle yesterday! I love the color-purple,I love the basket-bought at Walmart last September,and I love the idea of zooming around town while I burn calories. Over Spring break I found an aqua Trex bike I liked, but it cost quite a bit and the store had run out. I headed to our local shop in hopes of finding the perfect Schwinn cruiser since I’ll be without a car most days this summer.

For those of you who don’t know/remember, my Kia is back in Washington waiting for my return when school begins in the fall. Mike and I will have to share his Audi. As I write this he is stuck on I-290 and a tow truck is about to take him to the Audi dealer. (Even if he HAD a bicycle, it would be a long ride to Schaumberg from our house, so I hope they can fix the problem a.s.a.p.)

I thought the bike shop owner chose the right size bike for me…I think NOT! I couldn’t touch the ground well when I was on the seat. He assured me it was for me and helped me get it in the car. Obviously I should have tried the smaller frame and been more assertive.

As I took off this afternoon I sort of felt like a kid who just had their training wheels taken off;excited and all wobbly. For a while I was having a glorious time, but there are a lot of stop signs around our neighborhood. Each time I stopped it was an ordeal to get going again. Was this normal? I think NOT!

I imagined what would happen if I crashed since Mike was stuck far away without a working vehicle (and a dying cell phone battery). A few blocks later, my thought sort of happened. I came up upon a busy 4-way stop with lots of cars, tried to put my foot on the curb to wait my turn, lost my balance and TIPPED over into grass. Yep, I was embarrassed as several people yelled, “Are you Ok?” out their car windows. Yep, I’m going to call the bike shop and see if we might exchange mine for a smaller frame. I don’t think I scratched the beautiful purple metal, but the seat is twisted and I needed one bandage for my bleeding hand.

I will admit that I haven’t ridden in about 25 years but isn’t there a saying that you never forget how to ride a bike?

“So, if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don't fall.” 1Corinthians 10:12

Just when things were going well, I tipped. It happens to me even when I’m not riding a bike.
Thanks to God’s grace I get do-overs.

I should have listened to that little inner voice that said, “I think this bike is too big for me!” Cross your fingers that this story has a happy ending, both for my bike and Mike’s Audi.

Do you ride a bike? Have you tipped?

In His Grip, Jane

The Simple Woman's Daybook

2011-07-12T12:13:00.000-07:00

Sunday was my last summer day on the Bay.
FOR TODAY, July 12th, 2011

Well, I’m back in the Midwest. Not exactly the welcome back I had hoped for. We had a "Micro-Burst" storm yesterday morning. Power is out for most of Glen Ellyn. I just arrived at our library…ah, it’s cool and I can get on my computer!

Outside my window... HOT, sunny, tree branches down everywhere and lining the curbs. On the computer it says it's 87. Our thermometer reads 111 outside and 83 inside.
I am thinking...about the fun vacation Mike and I had last week. We started in Seattle, visited friends near Vancouver, drove the 101 through giant redwoods to the ocean, headed down to the Napa area, then ended with a night in Portland.

I am thankful for... our neighbor running us a line from his generator so we can keep our refrigerator going. I’m also thankful for Sarah returning in one piece from Beyond Malibu and getting to see my oldest daughter Allie before she takes off to student teach in Costa Rica.

From the kitchen...well, last night we ate out at Outback Steakhouse. It was Mike’s birthday and I was going to make him shish-kabobs and carrot cake. That will have to wait. Instead we had little filets, crabmeat, salad, veggies and a scoop of ice cream. The Sangria was great! Tonight I think we’ll eat out again so I can be in air conditioning.
I am wearing...pink tank, patterned shorts from Anthropologie, flip flops, hair up in a messy, wet bun.
I am creating... a full can of weeds. I worked out in the yard this morning. I cleaned up the beds and window boxes. Now I need to get to a garden store and buy flowers.
I am going…to walk a bit farther to town and see what I can find to eat.We only have one car here so I'll be hanging out at home or in town. I hope to buy a bicycle tonight.
I am reading..I just finished Marrying Daisy Bellamy by Susan Wiggs. Today I’m starting The Postmistress by Sarah Blake. I bought it while I was in Calistoga, CA.where our friends live. They took us on a private tour of the Culinary Institute of America and the wine tasting was fun too.
I am hoping... Com Ed can restore power soon. Lots of hot people in our town…
I am hearing.. quiet noises around me in the library. I met a really nice woman sitting next to me.
Around the house…I cleaned the bathrooms (Mike & I have a different standard) and unpacked. I can’t start my projects until the power goes back on.
One of my favorite things…being with good friends at a wedding. The daughter of our friends from small group was married Saturday. What a beautiful couple, wonderful ceremony and FUN reception!

A few plans for the rest of the week: I’m taking it day by day. Without power I can’t do a whole lot. I need to pick a color of paint for our master bedroom. I’m thinking a soft gray, then I’ll get white hotel bedding with gray stitching and do accents of yellow or aqua. Anyone have any ideas??
Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

Sarah, 9 campaigner-group friends, two amazing leaders and three guides headed up a mountain near Malibu Canada.It was hard, but beautiful, and they made memories for a lifetime. I'm SO proud of her!

To join the fun, visit Peggy at: http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/
In His Grip, Jane

The Simple Woman's Daybook

2011-06-28T17:23:00.000-07:00

FOR TODAY, June 28th, 2011

Outside my window...it's overcast, low 60’s, not pretty for a summer day.

I am thinking... about Mike being in Germany without me.

I am thankful for... catching up with my sweet friend who hi-lights my hair-I haven’t seen her in a year!
(I’ve been getting my hair done in Wheaton whenever I’m home.)

From the learning rooms... I’ve started the Beth Moore bible study of Daniel. I’m doing it on my own.

From the kitchen...I made a yummy salad last night. Tonight Sarah is off to a concert so I’ll probably pick up some Thai food- I’m having a craving for Spring Rolls!

I am wearing...my cropped jeans, orange striped long-sleeve tee from the Loft and flip flops.

I am creating... piles in our bedroom; one for the California trip and a big one of clothes I’m taking back to Glen Ellyn for the summer.

I am going…to prayer group in the morning.

I am reading... I stayed up late and finished The Inheritance of Beauty by Nicole Seitz. It was really good! I think I’ll start a paperback romance novel by Susan Wiggs called Marrying Daisy Bellamy.

I am hoping... our housing solution for the fall gets resolved this week!

I am hearing... my daughter rummaging around in the refrigerator trying to find a healthy snack.

Around the house…I have two new dresses hanging up in the closet; one for the 4th weekend (casual red, white & blue floral) and a black & white for the upcoming wedding.

One of my favorite things…having someone else shampoo my hair.

A few plans for the rest of the week: last minute errands and packing, getting Sarah off to her week of hiking up in Malibu Canada, picking up Mike from the airport and staying up in Seattle one night, heading to Vancouver to see friends, then on down to Napa,California.

Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

(I'll miss this view of the bay I get to see everyday when I cross the little bridge. This is my last week of the summer to spend in Gig Harbor on Raft Island.)

Since I’ll be in Napa next week I probably won’t be blogging. I want to wish a Happy Birthday to our wonderful country and a Happy 4th of July to all my family and friends. Enjoy the celebration and stay safe!

To join the fun, visit Peggy at: http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/

In His Grip, Jane

No Umbrellas Needed

2011-06-26T21:11:00.000-07:00

I love showers! No, I am not talking about rain showers. (I get a little tired of rain since I live in the Northwest.) I love bridal showers and baby showers!

I have been invited to two bridal showers in the last couple weeks for two amazing young women. I love the excitement and joy as a group of women get together to celebrate the upcoming wedding and young family that is embarking on their journey together. The food, devotions, prayers over the bride, sharing traditions and advice, and watching all the gifts being opened is such fun.

I learned a lot listening to other women give advice on marriage to the young bride. I thought I’d list some of my favorite things I heard:

Hold hands, a lot
Kiss in the morning, before bed, when leaving or coming home from work
Study your man; learn his likes, dislikes, what makes him tick, what ticks him off
Never stop learning about marriage; read books, go to conferences, do classes at church
Love God even more than your husband and He’ll help you love him better
Every day say to yourself, “I choose him”
Do first things together; try new things with your man, not just your girlfriends
Learn to do a sport or hobby together
Wear sexy underwear
Date each other once a week

These are just some of the things my friends mentioned as advice. Even after 28 years with Mike, I still have a lot to learn about how to be a better wife.

“Let my teaching fall on you like rain; let my speech settle like dew. Let my words fall like rain on tender grass, like gentle showers on young plants.” Deuteronomy 32:2

I’m so glad my youngest daughter was with me at the shower today. She’s tucking away all the Godly wisdom she heard in her heart for the time when she herself will be a bride. She’s even thinking about what couple she’d like to mentor her someday.

I can’t think of a greater honor than to be asked to mentor a young couple. We’ll get a bit of practice this summer when our oldest son & his wife move in with us in Illinois for a year! (Actually, I'll need to remember not to give advice unless it's asked for...)

Shhh, don’t tell Mike, but I really intend to learn to play golf!

In His Grip, Jane

The Lyrics Have a Whole New Meaning

2011-06-24T13:53:00.000-07:00

(Credit-The Speakaboos on You Tube)

Remember the Preschool song that teaches body parts and coordination entitled, “Head Shoulders, Knees and Toes”?

Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes
Children's Song

Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes,
Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes,
And eyes and ears and mouth and nose,
Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes.

So I was out attempting to run this morning. I have no idea how far I went. My goal was the Island View Market and back. I almost made it, but my head started to really hurt so I turned around and headed back.

I kept giving myself a pep-talk to keep running and before I knew it the lyrics of the preschool song started “running” through my brain. I entertained myself by coming up with some new “mid-life” lyric definitions…

HEAD: it was killing me! I kept thinking about getting home and taking my Excedrin Migraine medicine.

SHOULDERS: even after surgery a year ago my stupid shoulder gets achy and feels stuck/impinged.

KNEES: my right knee makes a lot crackly sound just like the ugly stepsister's knee in Cinderella.

TOES: I need to get a pedicure before my trip to California…I haven't had a professional one in a while.

EYES: I have to wear contacts or glasses and right now my head hurts so bad I'm seeing spots…

EARS: do I have an infection or what? My right ear is throbbing!

MOUTH: I’ve only had full lips like Angelina Jolie once; when I had an allergic reaction to a snack at book club and they swelled up for 24 hours. It wasn’t pretty.

NOSE: yep, it’s still big- I got that "gift" from my Daddy.

SO...next time you sing that song with a little person you love, perhaps you’ll smile thinking of the mid-life Jane version!

How is your summer fitness program going? Am I the only crazy person who makes up new lyrics to songs?

In His Grip, Jane

Simple Woman's Daybook

2011-06-21T08:53:00.000-07:00

FOR TODAY, June 21st, 2011

HAPPY FIRST DAY OF SUMMER!

Outside my window...it's so foggy I can barely see the homes on the other side of the bay! The forecast calls for sunny and 70's-I'll believe it when I see it!

I am thinking...it’s only two weeks until Mike and I will be driving down the 101 in California!

I am thankful for... T.J.’s wisdom teeth surgery went well and he didn’t swell up. It was nice to pamper him for a few days.
(See his picture down below.)

From the learning rooms... it’s Sarah’s last day of her junior year of high school!!!

From the kitchen...last night I made pasta with tiny shrimp, tomatoes and zucchini. Tonight Sarah will be out with friends so it’s probably a salad or take-out for me.

I am wearing...khaki cropped pants, a white tank, and my Gap khaki & white striped pullover hoody with flip flops.

I am creating...just some lists; errands to run, places to visit next week, and what to pack for my summer back in Chicago.

I am going…to get a massage in a couple hours. Yay! I’ve had such bad headaches the past week that I thought this might be a better solution than over-dosing on Advil.

I am reading...The Inheritance of Beauty by Nicole Seitz on my I-pad. I heard about it on a blog. (BTW, I had read Between Sisters before but I read it again and cried like crazy.)

I am hoping...my headaches go away.

I am hearing... my very loud computer motor.

Around the house…It looks a bit more like summer even though it doesn’t feel like it; the owners planted pretty flowers in pots on the deck and life jackets are drying on the fence from their kayak fun Sunday.

One of my favorite things…popcorn at the movies. I saw the Green Lantern in 3-D Friday night with T.J.

A few plans for the rest of the week: celebrate Sarah’s last day of school, take walks,hit the Cabi clearance sale, head to the dollar store and T.J. Maxx, wrap a gift, attend a bridal shower, get a “female” check-up (I’m overdue).

Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

(T.J. with his ice packs. I wonder if his text made any sense since he was on pain meds.)

To join the fun, visit Peggy at: http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/

In His Grip, Jane

My Five Favorite 5-Letter Words

2011-06-20T13:52:00.000-07:00

Trust
Faith
Grace
Bless
JESUS

We were in Disney World waiting in some long line when I heard the plane. We looked up and saw the “sky writer” creating a message for all to see. I felt like God had sent it just for me. TRUST. We hadn’t decided what to do about Sarah and high school. We weren’t sure if we should make her stay at Glenbard West in misery and stick it out, or move her back here to Gig Harbor.

TRUST.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, do not depend on your own understanding. Seek his will in all you do, and he will direct your paths.” Proverbs 3:5

He made it clear the next month and we feel secure in the path we took. Now it’s time to trust again. We are trying to figure out where Sarah and I will live beginning in the fall. We have a couple options so far. Money IS an issue and we’re also trying to incorporate a bit of “her space” and “my space” so mother and daughter remain friends… The stress of the unknown is giving me major headaches.

But even so…God has blessed me beyond measure, shown me grace, tested my faith, and shown me I can trust Jesus.

“Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying”, “This is the way, walk in it.” Isaiah 30:21

I’m trying to hear!

How about you? Do you have a decision to make and are having a difficult time discerning God’s will?

In His Grip, Jane

(I also happen to like Mikey, Mitch, Allie, Timmy, and Sarah!)

Daddies and Daughters

2011-06-18T13:12:00.001-07:00

Mike found this message on our kitchen island during Spring Break.

My four children have the best father anyone could hope for. He’s been nurturing, teaching, encouraging and providing for them since the first baby was born 25 years ago. I had NO idea that the man I married would be such an amazing father, but I am blessed to share the role of parent with him.

All our kids have a special relationship with Mike, but there’s something about daddies and daughters. Moms and daughters sometimes “butt heads” (at least at my house) yet Mike can calmly talk to his girls about anything.

“Impress them (commands and laws) on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.” Deuteronomy 6:7

A couple months ago he sent each of the girls a loving letter giving them advice for the future and what to look for in a future husband. He had finished a class at our Illinois church and was passing on wisdom that he had learned. I love that he is able to verbalize to them not to “settle”. He knows how hard marriage can be and how wonderful it can be and he desires for them to be equally yoked.

Michael and Allie-graduation weekend.

Vaughn Dube’ Story was my daddy. He had three daughters and I'm the "baby". He was an amazing man of integrity and was one of the kindest men I’ve ever known. His mother was a Christian but he never talked about faith or attended church. (I think she was all about the rules of religion rather than a relationship so he got "turned off"...)

During my childhood my daddy would get my big sisters and I off to school before he would drive to his office in downtown Indianapolis.I remember the little things he always did; he ironed for us, picked me up from cheerleading practice and let me work as his secretary sometimes during the summer. He always took me to the Indianapolis Press Club for lunch and showed me off to all his friends. He passed away in January of 1993...too soon.He had been on the town council and the mayor even had all the flags in our town flown at half-mast in his honor. I choose to believe that he asked Jesus into his heart at some point and is waiting for me in Heaven. I miss him very much.

Last week I attended my youngest daughter’s Young Life Campaigner small group. The discussion was on their personal relationship with God. I listened to my daughter as she described God as her Daddy in Heaven. Oh, she is a lucky girl to have an earthly father who has raised her up in a way that she trusts and loves her creator like a Dad.

Michael and Sarah-being their usual goofy selves.

Do you know your heavenly father like a Daddy? “Abba Father” is there for you.

Wishing Michael, my father-in-law Richard, and all your husbands and Dads a Happy Father’s Day!!

In His Grip, Jane

The Simple Woman's Daybook

2011-06-14T09:29:00.001-07:00

FOR TODAY, June 14th, 2011

Outside my window... the sun is glistening on the water. It's in the mid-50's.

I am thinking...I wish I could have been in Denver last night with Mike. His boss hosted a dinner at his home for everyone in town for a pharmacy conference. Their home is gorgeous. It’s been featured in Luxe magazine, a publication his wife started.

I am thankful for…my marriage. Even though we weren’t together, our 28th anniversary was on Saturday.

From the learning rooms... only one more week of school for Sarah! She gives her “Junior Exhibition” on Lucille Ball today. She’s using a clip of the eating chocolate episode from You Tube-so funny!

From the kitchen... I will be whipping up lots of milk shakes and smoothies.

I am wearing...my Old Navy boyfriend cropped jeans, an embellished t-shirt from Target, Gap navy blue sweater and my pink converse.

I am creating... a driving plan for Mike and I when we head down to Napa, California the first week of July.

I am going...to be T.J.’s nurse for a couple days. He just got his four wisdom teeth out this morning. I pray his recovery will be quick and not too painful.

I am reading...I finished “She Makes it Look Easy” yesterday. I am starting Between Sisters by Kristin Hannah. (I hope I haven’t read it before…You know that feeling?)

I am hoping...the “Thundershirt” I ordered for my dog Sadie fits and helps. She suffers from major anxiety during storms (lots of them in Illinois) and she’s just anxious all the time. It’s kind of like a straight jacket for dogs; it applies constant pressure.

I am hearing...the hum of the refrigerator and T.J. calling me.

Around the house… I mopped last night. I really need to scour the shower.

One of my favorite things…Philosophy fragrances. I wear Amazing Grace all the time and I wish I had Baby Grace and Summer Grace. While I was looking around the counter at Nordstrom a nice sales woman set me up with samples of all the skin care line. I’m hoping Eye Hope works!!

A few plans for the rest of the week: take care of my son after oral surgery, work Wednesday morning?, meet girlfriends for lunch, attend a wedding shower being held here at the house, participate in a walk to raise money for Epilepsy research on Saturday morning, maybe hit our Farmer’s market, wish my husband and father-in-law a Happy Father’s Day from afar.If Mike flies to Spokane to try and trade the Subaru for a different car, then I'll probably be driving over to Spokane this weekend.

Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

I was sitting outside before church Sunday morning and suddenly I saw a Crane “fishing”. My camera doesn't zoom well. Do you see him walking in the water by the white boat?

To join the fun, visit Peggy at:
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In His Grip, Jane

Celebrations to Suds

2011-06-13T12:56:00.000-07:00

Saturday Michael and I celebrated our 28th wedding anniversary. Well, sort of. He was in Denver and I was here. (But I keep reminding myself, we had Rome…) All our wedding pictures are back in Ilinois so I thought I’d share a photo from our oldest son’s wedding celebration last July. I love you Mike!

The Father of one of my dear small group friends passed away this week and his memorial service was Saturday afternoon. I admired how his whole family honored him and celebrated his life by sharing memories, reading scripture and singing. The message was very uplifting. The pastor spoke of how his wife cared for him and I thought of the vows “in sickness and in health”.

Psalm 121 was read . ”I lift up my eyes to the hills--where does my help come from? The LORD will keep you from all harm--he will watch over your life; the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.” (Verses 1,7,8)

I stopped by a send-off celebration on my way home. My friend’s son is heading down to San Antonio for the Air National Guard Boot Camp. Christian was a classmate of my son T.J. He’s a wonderful young man and I wish him all the best!

I didn’t have any plans for Saturday night and I knew our laundry was getting out of control, so I decided to head to a Laundromat and just get it done. Normally I use the appliances here in the wonderful home I’m living in, but the girls returned from Europe and they had lots of loads to do.

Our town doesn’t have any Laundromats-guess we’re too swanky. Anyway, I headed to Tacoma and learned that just like in my kid’s dorms, they now use “laundry cards”. A super nice attendant helped me learn how to work all the machines.

I sipped my iced Latte, read my book, watched people come and go and reminisced. When I was a newlywed I would walk to a Laundromat that was near our tiny apartment and do Mike’s restaurant clothes. Now he wears dress shirts that I drop off at the cleaners.

I watched the clothes swishing through the washer window and thought of the book I used to read to my classes called Theodore. It’s the story of a little bear that accidently gets thrown in the machine. The bear comes out so clean that its owner hardly recognizes it.

If Jesus washes me white as snow am I changing so my character is getting more like His and less like mine?

The bubbles I had envisioned for my anniversary were the pink Mumm kind, not the suds in the washing machine kind. I still don't like my machines in the basement in Illinois, and I could have pouted to all my friends about spending my anniversary alone doing loads, but then I looked around and was reminded that I don’t have to come to the Laundromat week after week.

Whether I’m celebrating life or life-everlasting, with or without Mike, using my own appliances or ones I have to pay to use, I know the Lord is keeping me and watching over me.

I wonder how we'll be celebrating our 29th anniversary?

How about you? Have you been to some celebrations lately? Have you spent many wedding anniversaries apart from your spouse?

In His Grip, Jane

Bumps and Blessings

2011-06-10T09:16:00.001-07:00

Bumps are annoying, but inevitable.
I really don’t like bumps. They’re usually not attractive and typically slow us down. Physical bumps hurt or itch, bumps in the road hurt our cars or our schedules.

At the moment my older sister is fighting some serious bumps. She was doing some lawn work in her son’s yard and came down with a major case of…you guessed it; poison ivy. I feel so bad for her. It spread everywhere and it’s really hot right now in Indiana. She has to stay inside where there is air conditioning and wear long sleeves. Even after three prescription medications from the doctor, she’s still miserable. Perhaps she needed the rest after a busy year of teaching high school P.E. and being the department head. She has been forced to slow down and rest.

The small island I’m living on has a speed limit of 15 and a bazillion speed bumps so residents and visitors are more likely to follow the speed limit.
One morning I was heading to meet girlfriends for a walk and on the way to the bridge was a detour sign. I had to turn around and go ALL the way around the island. Maybe I should have counted the speed bumps, rather than counting the minutes I felt I was wasting. Perhaps the speed bumps should have reminded me about the speeding ticket I was issued in Tacoma a few weeks ago. I get to zipping along in my little red Kia and don’t always pay attention to the posted speed limit. The speed bumps forced me to slow down.

One of the doggies I’m watching developed a huge lump under her eye. The family was out of town and I was in charge. Due to her discomfort she scratched it until it ruptured and was dripping blood. I took her to the Vet where she was given meds and within a week she was back to normal. Her bump didn’t really slow her down…

We're going along at our normal pace when life (or God) gives us “bumps”. Whether we want to be or not, we are forced to slow down. When I’m with my kids or Mike I’m living life at a normal or fast pace, but when I’m alone here in Washington I feel as if I must brace myself for the jerky, uncomfortable feeling that will probably come. Don’t get me wrong; I don’t mind being by myself, but too much time alone, just like too many speed bumps in a row, is painful.

When my four kids were little time flew by and every day was crazy and I treasured the moments I could take a break and just thumb through a magazine. Perhaps God wants me to focus on Him right now and all the blessings He’s given our family. Maybe something's coming that will take lots of energy so I need to rest up and be ready.

I feel the stop and go movement of my life and wonder if it will seem like a smooth country highway a year from now. My youngest is officially a senior in high school as of today and will be graduating in June of 2012. I don’t want to rush her experience just because I’m anxious to get back to Mike. I hope her senior year will be full of fun memories, many blessings and no major bumps.

One of my favorite new Christian songs is called Blessings and it’s by Laura Story. Go on You Tube and check it out.

How about you? Are you on a journey right now that is filled with speed bumps or smooth roads?

In His Grip, Jane

Who Am I and Where Am I?

2011-06-08T07:48:00.000-07:00

Who am I today? Where am I today? It’s a bit confusing living in two places.

Sometimes I’ll be at Target in Gig Harbor and get confused at the layout because it’s different from the one in Illinois. Just when I’ve mastered round-abouts and bridges, I head back to Glen Ellyn where there are billions of 4-way stop signs. (Actually there are lots of intersections where one direction never stops. Who thought up that brilliant idea?)

When I taught the community helper’s unit to Kindergartners, I always read my class the Sesame Street book, I Want a Hat Like That! It showed all the cute, furry creatures wearing different hats like firemen, cook, painter, etc. I love how little children “know” what they want to be when they grow up, and usually can give a firm answer when asked the question.

Me? I still don’t know for sure what I want to be “when I grow up”. OK, perhaps 51 is a bit old not to have figured it out, but remember, I’m on a journey.

So far I’ve been a daughter, sister, aunt, friend, retail worker, waitress, sorority girl, wife, teacher, daycare provider, mentor, volunteer, baby blogger, and mom (both working and stay-at-home.)

Currently I’m a long-distance/part-time wife, hands-on mom to a high schooler, across the state mom to 3 kids, new mother-in-law, part-time childcare provider, housemate, baby blogger and packer. (I also am still a daughter, sister, friend, auntie, etc...)

When I’m in Illinois I am the new gal who is a full-time housewife trying to make her new nest feel like home. I clean, cook, garden and decorate, walk my dog, meet Mike for lunch and make new friends.

Here in Washington I’m the Mom who is back temporarily so my child can have happy high school memories. I am the part-time childcare provider at Gateway so I get my kid-fix, get a gym membership, and don’t go insane. I am the friend who is without a date for events, the person without a home of my own-but totally blessed by a family’s generosity. I am the semi-desperate woman looking for a place to “live” during the next school year.

I swing back and forth between the two identities, sort of like my son used to “swing” back and forth between the Jr. Varsity and Varsity basketball teams. He had friends on both teams, different expectations, frustrations, extra responsibilities, (parents had to sit through two games), more confidence on one court than another, aspirations for the future and two coaches with different styles…

I have treasured friends here, but my “house” & heart are where Mike is. I wonder about the future... Will I teach when I return to Illinois? Will I work in retail? Will I wear a volunteer “hat”?

“Show me the path where I should walk, O Lord; point out the right road for me to follow…” Psalm 25:4

I actually don’t look too good in hats; they mess with my bangs. I only have one coach and I know He’s my creator and redeemer and is cheering me on to keep being me as I swing back and forth. So I guess I should stick to wearing a crown since I know I’m a princess.

What hat are you wearing right now? You probably know where you are, but do you know who you are?

In His Grip, Jane

The Simple Woman's Daybook

2011-06-07T08:35:00.000-07:00

FOR TODAY, June 7th, 2011

Outside my window... windy, gray, 50’s. (Quite different from the hot sunny days I had in Illinois & Indiana over the weekend!)

I am thinking... about our former pastor, Glenn McDonald, back at Zionsville Presbyterian Church. We were visiting there on Sunday and he announced he’s leaving for a new position as a spiritual leader with Ascension. Cool how God allowed us to be there to say goodbye.We attended The Great Banquet at ZPC back in the early 90's and found out they will have their 100th banquet this fall!

I am thankful for…the opportunity to see my Mom, sister and great friends back in Indiana on Saturday.

From the learning rooms... only two more weeks of school!

From the kitchen...we’ll need to have a big salad for dinner before our lettuce goes bad.

I am wearing...blue robe now, later I’ll be wearing my white jeans, patterned tank and tan sweater.

I am creating...a pile of graduation cards I need to address and get in the mail.

I am going...to meet two of my best girlfriends for lunch at the Garden Room in Uptown.

I am reading...I just finished Life After Yes and am hoping She Makes it Look Easy, by Marybeth Whalen arrives in my mailbox today. If not, I’ll start Jane Eyre.

I am hoping...Mike can find a good price on plane tickets for our older daughter to get to Costa Rica in August for her student teaching.

I am hearing...the dog’s collars jingle as they head upstairs.

Around the house…back at our Illinois house I puttered and put my bowls of seashells out, hung the fun striped star on the front door, put little flags in a pitcher for the 4th, got a new pendant light for Mike to hang over our kitchen island/table. Here in Washington Sarah left her clothes ALL over the bedroom; she must change her outfit four times before deciding what to wear.

One of my favorite things…riding in the convertible on a sunny day with Mike, singing to Kenny Loggins at the top of my lungs.

A few plans for the rest of the week: lunch out today, work in the morning, working out, and that’s all I’ve got planned until I pick up T.J. from the airport Sunday afternoon.

Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

We passed this fun garden while driving around Zionsville, Indiana. So cute! I bet she's going to be in the garden tour. When I get home to Illinois in July, I've got some work to do in my yard...

To join the fun, visit Peggy at:
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In His Grip, Jane

One Year Ago

2011-06-01T08:40:00.000-07:00

It’s my blog’s one year anniversary. On June 1st, 2010, I blogged for the first time. 24 Count-down was about all the drama my family was going through since my husband got promoted and we were about to leave Washington State and head to Illinois. (I've noticed a lot of soap operas have gone off the networks. Perhaps it's because the Carver family always has so much going on that we could almost have our own show?...)

A lot has happened in a year…

We did leave our yellow house and move to Glen Ellyn, but here I am living most of the time back in Gig Harbor.

We did find a home for our little black cat named Zoe (although she ran away and lived in the woods last summer until “Grandma Joan” rescued her.)

T.J. did graduate from high school, worked all summer at a job he didn’t like and started Whitworth University (which he loves!)

Our daughter Allie did make it back from England and completed her degree-almost in four years. (She still has to student teach in the fall.)

Mitch & Amy did get married and they are going to be celebrating their first anniversary by moving to Glen Ellyn to live in our house and save money and pay off school loans. (Hopefully they’ll both get jobs!)

Sarah did move to Illinois with us and despite this transition being covered in prayer she was miserable. (That’s why I’m back in Gig Harbor- so she can finish high school here…)

Our pets Sadie & Tigger did adjust to their new surroundings-finally. Sadie has a new puppy friend next door named Allie, and a pet care-provider named Jim. Tigger stays inside and continues to “give us the paw” and leave cat hair on Mike’s dining room chair.

I did learn how to attach photos and highlight scripture. I am still a baby blogger. I took care of one year olds in our church nursery this spring so I know that one year olds have a lot to learn, just like this blogger.

Thank you friends and family for taking the time to read my stories…I really appreciate you and hope that as I process and share the lessons that God is teaching me that I bring Him glory. As I grow, I want to keep passing on what I’m learning.

“Teach these great truths to trustworthy people who are able to pass them on to others”
2Timothy 2:1-2

In His Grip, Jane

Last Day Reflections of Roma-This and That

2011-05-31T16:14:00.000-07:00

Thank you for putting up with me as I reminisced about our fabulous week in Rome. Like the title says, today is a little of this and a little of that...

A political protest that included putting red dye in the fountain so it looked like blood. When I first saw the cross, “bust” and police I thought someone had been killed.

Wouldn’t a tiny car like this be fun to drive around town? Besides helping with gas mileage it would certainly help my parallel parking when I’m in Glen Ellyn.

Who doesn’t love walking by fresh, colorful flowers!

I could totally live here.

What fun roof parties they must have…

The long glance-that lasted all day: The security line at the airport the day we flew out of Rome was ridiculously long. I had lots of time to people watch and check out what other women chose to wear on an international flight. Why do women watch other women? I think we check each other out to see how we “compare”. My husband always tells me I should be confident in who I am, but I’ve always fought a bit of a low self-esteem battle.

A woman with gorgeous glossy brunette curly hair caught my eye. (Apparently my husband’s too.) She wore a blue, form-fitting dress, a scarf tied with aplomb and fashionable boots. (I also have a blue sweater dress but I have to wear mine with Spanx and I turn blue in the face trying to hold in my 4-kid-mommy-tummy.)

After we boarded the plane and were settled in our seat I realized the Italian beauty was sitting catty-corner from me. She caught me looking at her because she was looking at me. She had a perfect, shiny, dark red manicure; I had nibbled nails with light pink polish. We both had reading glasses but hers were cuter (of course.) We ordered the same lunch and I was astonished how quickly she gobbled hers down all while looking sexy. She read her book. I read my book. She touched up her make-up before we landed. I touched up mine.(I wasn't stalking her, I was just glancing occasionally-I promise.)

Maybe she was glancing at me because whenever I travel I take off my ballet flats and put on fuzzy socks so my feet don’t get cold. I probably looked silly as I went to the restroom. Maybe she watched me because she was taking a trip to Chicago (I spied her map) and she heard me speak English. (She was probably bi-lingual.)

I wish we could have done more than just scan each other. I wish I could have asked her a million questions about Italy and told her my favorite things to do in Chicago. Our seats where just a bit too far to start a conversation and she disembarked with her guy pretty quickly. I got so caught up comparing myself to her that I sort of forgot that God made me just the way I am for a reason and HE is the only one whose opinion counts.

“Be honest in you estimate of yourselves, measuring your value by how much faith God has given you.” Romans 12:3

I love traveling to different places;sight-seeing, enjoying delicious food and learning new things about cultures. Although different, I also realize that people all over the world have a lot in common- sort of like the country song lyrics-“we all bleed red”. (We don’t all dye our fountain water red though…)

What I know for sure:
God is Great
Roma is good
Italian drivers are crazy!

In His Grip, Jane

The Simple Woman's Daybook

2011-05-30T16:08:00.000-07:00

FOR TODAY, May 30th, 2011

Outside my window...it’s mostly cloudy and 57. It's June this week- will I ever be in short sleeves?

I am thinking... it was fun to see my oldest son Saturday night and go out for Thai food at Lele's.

I am thankful for...all our current military and the service men & women who have given their lives for our freedom here in America.

From the learning rooms... the SAT is Saturday and my girl is not preparing enough as far as her momma is concerned.(I hope she doesn't oversleep that morning-I won't be here to wake her up!)

From the kitchen...my house-host and I are celebrating Memorial Day with burgers, corn on the cob, and caprese salad.

I am wearing...my Nike black pants and my navy “Sarah’s mom” tennis sweatshirt. It is NOT a good look and I wore it to work this morning, the coffee shop and even to Nordstrom! I hope the cast of What Not to Wear is not in town…

I am creating...all the necessary forms for Sarah to attend Beyond Malibu Young Life Camp.

I am going...back to Glen Ellyn this Wednesday for a visit!

I am reading...Life After Yes by Aidan Donnelley Rowley

I am hoping...Mike gets back safely from Germany Wednesday afternoon, and that we get some clarification on next fall; maybe Sarah should live with a friend and I should join her at semester.

I am hearing...the hum of the refrigerator. A few boats drove by a bit ago.

Around the house…I need to bring down the empty recycling & trash cans. I should think about a packing list for Wednesday.

One of my favorite things…girl’s night out. Four of us had fun last night seeing Jane Eyre then going out to dinner. Oh they make me laugh and they encourage me!

A few plans for the rest of the week: I work three mornings this week, plan to meet a dear friend for lunch tomorrow, fly to Chicago on Wednesday night, get to spend time with my hubby, house & pets, going to our corner bar Friday night, driving to Indy Saturday for a visit with my Mom and a grad party, cooking at least two meals for Mike, and flying back here next Monday.

Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

This cute big boy named Tigger is one reason I’m excited to go back to Illinois for a visit! I miss him and his "sister", Sadie the dog SOooo much!

To join the fun, visit Peggy at:
http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/

In His Grip, Jane

Reflections of Roma-Day Five; Helping on Both Sides of the Pond

2011-05-28T13:38:00.000-07:00

On our last full day we took a taxi with another couple over to the Spanish Steps. The flowers were gorgeous, and high-end stores like Gucci were surrounding the area.

I loved seeing all the horse-drawn carriages. Rome is the city of lovers; even the horses were kissing!

We went to a beautiful church and also listened to a street guitarist.

Next we headed to the Jewish Ghetto.Did you know the original meaning of the word came from Rome? "An area of city inhabited by minority,Jewish quarter, and environment of isolation."

After exploring and eating lunch we split up from our friends and headed over to the Pantheon and Trevi Fountain. I had asked our lunch waiter to wrap up my leftover pizza in hopes that I could share it with a hungry homeless person. I hated it to go to waste, and I'd seen lots of beggars.

As we approached the Trevi Fountain I saw a very old woman begging on the ground. She was not pretty to look at and people were doing a lot more staring at her than offering her money. She was a bit deformed and was shaking. I leaned down and gave her my pizza. Her eyes said “grazie”. She immediately opened the foil and devoured the pieces of pizza.

I felt such a sense of peace doing just a tiny act to help someone and the verses from Matthew 25: 35 and 40 rang in my head; “For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in.” "The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.”

Back in the states, our #3 son was also “helping” the homeless. He had been doing a mission feeding homeless people in downtown Spokane with some other college students when apparently a man asked him if he could help out by taking care of his kitten. The little orange kitty must have reminded our boy of our fat orange tabby named Tigger.

T.J. hesitated, then gave the man $20 and snuck the kitten back to his dorm. It was the wrong thing to do on many levels but T.J’s motive was pure. I love my son’s heart. I love that he cares for God’s creatures and is compassionate (I think he has the gift of mercy & loves red kitties like his Momma…).We got a message on Facebook saying he wasn’t hurt, but he needed to talk to us a.s.a.p. A million scenarios ran through my head but him asking if he could keep the kitty was NOT what I expected.
It was quite the story around his campus and on Facebook, and a bit of a chick-magnet too. (He gets that from his old man…)

Some girls living off campus kept the kitty until we arrived for his sister’s graduation mid-month. It just wasn't possible for us to have a baby kitten right now so we gave it to the Humane Society and thankfully a great family adopted him the next day.

Our final dinner was on the hotel roof by a pool overlooking the city. Stories were shared, toasts were made and new friends & colleagues enjoyed reminiscing about the fantastic week in Rome.

My meal was terrific, yet I gained even more satisfaction watching the old woman eating my leftover pizza.

“It is more blessed to give than to receive.” Acts 20:35

In His Grip, Jane

This Is Why

2011-05-26T15:41:00.000-07:00

This week reinforced why I brought my daughter back to Gig Harbor to complete high school.

I remember when tennis didn’t work out for Sarah back in Illinois. The weather was SUPER hot with 100% humidity. (Hard to get used to for my Northwest daughter who was used to playing in cool, damp, weather.) The coaches were nice, but ruthless. The girls were NOT welcoming. Practices were never fun-always hard. It was nothing like her experience here in Gig Harbor on the Tides Tennis Team. Perhaps all the Glenbard West girls have aspirations to get college scholarships or play in the Olympics?

When Sarah decided not to continue the sport in Glen Ellyn it was a sad day for all of us. I was sad for her and me-I thought this was going to be the “ticket” to new friends. I had pictured her being invited over to her teammate’s homes. I had imagined meeting other moms sitting in the bleachers.

It was not to be.

We prayed,we persevered a semester, and then we came back "home".

When we returned to the Harbor for second semester she had an injured foot due to a big brother accident; torn ligaments, boot cast. We knew she’d be trying out for tennis in six weeks because it’s in the spring here. She rested it, then did physical therapy and got a special ankle brace.

For the second year in a row she made varsity and played doubles. She is an aggressive, offensive player and has a wicked overhand smash (I call it the slamma-jamma.)

Her coaches were so encouraging,her team was 3rd overall in league and she and her partner were practically undefeated.

Despite the rain-outs and cold, damp weather, SHE HAD FUN.

We had our end-of-season banquet this week. The weather finally cooperated and the girls and parents all had a great time.Sarah and I probably appreciated this season more than most. To add to the joy, she was nominated by the girls on the team to be next year’s team co-captain.

“A sincere prayer brings wonderful results.” James 5:16

THIS is why I’m back, and her Dad and I are living apart right now-seeing the delight on her face, hearing the excitement in her voice, knowing next spring will be here before we know it. She's enjoying school, and is surrounded by friends, teammates and adults at school and church who know and love her.

She’s a natural leader and no one in Glen Ellyn was giving her an opportunity to lead. God understands her needs and gifts, and is giving her this chance to grow through tennis and as a Young Life leader. She is thriving.

I’m glad He let the momma assist Him in making it happen.
“God hears our prayers when they are in line with his will.” 1John 5:14

What are you doing to help your children thrive?

In His Grip, Jane

Reflections of Roma-Day Four; Totally Tourists

2011-05-25T14:30:00.000-07:00

Everything about the way we looked on Wednesday screamed, "tourist"!!
We had on our Tides Tavern t-shirts that had been given to us by our Washington friends at our moving-away party. We wanted to have our picture taken in front of the Coliseum in the shirts and take it back to join all the other photos on the wall of the Tavern.

Tides Tavern has been featured in Coastal Living (see the May issue) for the BEST chowder and Halibut & chips.

Mike was wearing shorts and I was snapping photos. FYI-men in Italy don’t wear shorts unless they’re at the beach. Ask Nino-he knows…

I loved the people watching. I loved seeing women riding their small motorcycles with dressy clothes. I noticed most women in Italy wear hose. After accidentally stepping on my fake tanning lotion in the hotel bathroom and squirting it all over my white shirt, I’m thinking maybe I should try to bring the hose fashion trend back to America.

It was a long walk but we made it to the Coliseum and were struck once again by how it just appears as we looked down an alley.

We didn’t go inside this time but looked up pictures and facts in our Rick Steves guide book.

The Forum was wonderful but don’t get your picture taken with the fake Roman Soldier unless you want to pay $$. Did I mention we were ignorant, trusting tourists?

The sun was shining in Rome on Wednesday and we stopped in several stores on the walk back. Due to the poor exchange rate between the Euro and the dollar, we didn’t do much purchasing other than food. I tried on some leather jackets but didn’t bring one back. My dreams of bringing home a purse, shoes, jacket and art didn’t come true but I have memories tucked in my head & heart to last a lifetime.

Although I was quite the tourist on Wednesday, I could certainly adjust to becoming an Italian local (except for the cigarette smoking…and I’d need to learn the language.) I loved stopping at little sidewalk cafes for a beverage.

Being in the city where so many of the early Christian history took place was so awe-inspiring. Looking at what man created thousands of years ago conjures up feelings a bit like looking at the amazing world that God created.

I’m thankful God gave humans the creativity to build and paint and make a city that is still standing even after thousands of years have gone by.
After seeing ceilings of gold in churches, it makes me even more anxious to see streets of gold someday in Heaven; I’m glad I won’t just be a tourist when I get there but a citizen.

Rev 21:21 The twelve gates were twelve pearls, each gate made of a single pearl. The great street of the city was of pure gold, like transparent glass.

In His Grip, Jane

The Simple Woman's Daybook

2011-05-24T07:39:00.000-07:00

FOR TODAY, May 24th, 2011

Outside my window... it’s overcast and about 48 degrees. I know the sun is trying to peak through the clouds!

I am thinking…I have zero plans for Memorial Day weekend since Mike will be in Germany and the kids are over in Spokane. No picnic/BBQ for me AND I have to work Monday morning. (Yep, I’m whining.)

I am thankful for...my daughter-in-law Amy who celebrated her 24th birthday yesterday!

From the learning rooms... Sarah wishes she’d chosen a different topic for her Junior Exhibition…(Her teacher said it was a "learning moment".)

From the kitchen...I’m going to make Chinese Chicken Salad for the tennis banquet pot luck. The recipe is on the Brittany Bay Gourmet salad dressing bottle.

I am wearing...my fuzzy red robe and my new pink slippers I bought for work. (We take our shoes off at the childcare center to keep the carpets clean.)

I am creating...zilch. Can I just say it’s pretty impossible to “create” when all my stuff is back in Illinois, and I’m staying in someone else’s home!!!

I am going...to take the doggie I’m sitting to the vet. Her eye has been swollen and now it’s bleeding. Other than that it’s a FREE day until the end of tennis season party.

I am reading...Still Life by Joy Fielding.

I am hoping...it starts to feel more like spring/summer weather here. I have only worn shorts one time!

I am hearing...the clock ticking-it’s very quiet here since it’s just the dogs and me.

Around the house…my host’s septic system hasn’t been working properly so I can’t do laundry or run the dishwasher. Hope it’s working today or I'll be off to borrow a friend's washer & dryer again.

One of my favorite things…walking the Harbor on a sunny day.

A few plans for the rest of the week: besides the tennis banquet I get to hear Stuart McAllister speak at church on Wednesday night. He’s a world-renowned evangelist and teacher from the faculty of Oxford Center for Christian Apologetics. Thursday is the last Mops day I get to play with the one year olds, followed by a volunteer appreciation lunch. Hopefully I’ll connect with some girlfriends for coffee or lunch and catch up on the Friday Night Lights episodes I’ve missed online.I finally got caught up on my other two favorites: Army Wives and The Good Wife.

Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

This is my college boy's shoe collection.He likes shoes as much as me! It took all six of us to go through all his stuff and pack him up to move out of the dorm. WHY are my middle children so unorganized? I am a list-maker, packer extraordinaire, and even found myself straightening the magazine piles at the doctor's office yesterday!

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In His Grip, Jane

And She's Off!

2011-05-21T10:40:00.001-07:00

I interrupt my reflections of Roma to share the joy of watching my oldest daughter graduate from college last weekend.She's our 2nd child to graduate from Whitworth University. Two down, two to go!

For the past two years, Allie has lived off-campus with 5 amazing roommates. The house had an amazing view in the backyard and our oldest son lived there when he was a junior, senior and in grad school. Lots of memories on Nelson Road…

We had a very fun party on Saturday afternoon.

The commencement on Sunday lasted three hours! Too long, but we persevered…

All the $$$$$, and long hours of studying were worth it!

Allison Grace Carver-we’re SO proud of you! God will use you in a mighty way!

Mommas- it goes by in a flash. I remember putting Allie on the bus for kindergarten back in Grayslake, Illinois 17 years ago. Cherish every moment!

"You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.
You're on your own.
And you know what you know.
You are the guy who'll decide where to go." ~ by Dr. Seuss

(Allie will be student teaching in Costa Rica in the fall, then look out world, she's off to teach children reading somewhere in the world!!)

In His Grip, Jane

Reflections of Roma-Day Three; He Had Me at Hello

2011-05-20T07:59:00.000-07:00

Tuesday was the day that APP had arranged a private tour of the Vatican and the Sistine Chapel. We were given a headset and introduced to our tour guide.

His name was Nino Giovanetti.

Imagine the most interesting man in the world beer commercial actor without the beard, and you’ll be close. He was handsome, suave, debonair, and we all instantly fell in love.

“Hellooooooo!...” was his famous way of making sure we were listening. He said it in a sing-song voice. He spoke in the third person. “Follow Nino!” “Nino is over here.”

He seemed to know everyone and commanded respect from officials and police officers. His knowledge was vast and I learned so much about Michelangelo’s masterpieces and the Catholic history. I could have listened to him all day.

I discovered Nino has his own website so you can check him out too! http://www.ninoknows.com/

I would follow Nino just about anywhere. I have no idea how much it cost APP to hire Nino as our guide, but whatever it was, it was worth it. He had a gentle, yet magnetic way of drawing you in. It reminded me of Jesus inviting his disciples to follow him.

"Come, follow me," Jesus said, "and I will make you fishers of men."Matthew 4:19

It costs a lot to follow Jesus, but He is worth it.

I’m hoping to return to Italy someday (in two years for our 30th wedding anniversary?) and have Nino take us to the beaches he talked about.

The Vatican and Sistine Chapel were amazing, as expected. It is my second time there, but due to the amazing "experienced guide" that Nino was, I got SO much out of the tour.

In His Grip, Jane

Reflections of Roma-Day Two; How Do I Look?

2011-05-18T08:42:00.001-07:00

(Mike, looking good as we take a break from shopping & walking.)

I’ve been off the computer due to my #2 child graduating from Whitworth University. Whoot! Now, back to memories of Rome…

Michael had to be at a meeting Monday morning. I had plans to go down for breakfast and people watch, but when he returned at 11:00, he found me-still sleeping!! We headed out to explore and find lunch. A local businessman directed us to a café. After lasagna for me and spaghetti with meat sauce for Mike, we began our walk. I wasn’t feeling “pretty” since I couldn’t find my make-up case-only the concealer, blush and mascara I’d popped in my purse. Apparently I’d left my cosmetic bag back in Illinois! We found a shop called Upim which was sort of like a small Macy’s. I was able to find some make-up so I would feel better being around all the beautiful Europeans.

We popped in a few shops, enjoyed our first cup of Gelato, saw a beautiful church and spent our afternoon people watching.

The plan for Monday night was to take the night walk to the Spanish steps with three other couples and eat on the way. We ate Al Fresco under a lit awning with heaters. We had a map but the six of us seemed to be having trouble looking for the right direction. (I missed the unit on map-reading skills…)

Mother Nature decided not to cooperate, but the rain didn’t dampen our spirits. We stopped off to grab a coffee & brandy to warm up. We sat outside under umbrellas. Best line of the week: we asked a young police officer, “Taxi?” and his response was, “No, I’m a Policeman…”

We stood in the rain waiting without umbrellas (traveling tip,carry one!) until we finally caught some taxis and headed back to the hotel. Unlike my routine of climbing into bed at 9:30, we sat up with friends until almost midnight. The “other group” staying at our swanky hotel was also up.

A pyramid marketing company from the U.S. was also staying at our hotel having a reward trip. We nicknamed them “New Jersey”after the TV show. They had been rowdy and obnoxious on the plane and we were not delighted when we walked in and saw them in the lobby. They were all in their early twenties and dressed sort of like pimps. They drank WAY too much and were rude to the staff. We were embarrassed that they were representing America and hoped that people observing them didn’t think ALL Americans act like that when on vacation. I have no idea whether any of them were believers, and I'm sure many of them are really nice when in a different setting, but they weren't thinking about their company's or country's reputation...

"Even children are known by the way they act, whether their conduct is pure and right." Proverbs 20:11

I started my day worried about my lack of make-up and was reminded that it’s what we look like on the inside that matters most…

The Simple Woman's Daybook

2011-05-17T10:02:00.000-07:00

FOR TODAY, May 17th, 2011

Outside my window...sunshine!Finally!!

I am thinking... four years flew by-I can’t believe my #2 child just graduated from college!!

I am thankful for...the fun family time we had in Spokane over the weekend. I LOVE it when we’re ALL together!

From the learning rooms... Sarah has missed 3 days of school-probably has a lot to catch up on…

From the kitchen...I need to hit the grocery since T.J. is home. My tall, skinny boy needs lots of FOOD!

I am wearing...my pj’s & robe. Getting a late start today.

I am creating...let’s see-I did create four amazing children!

I am going...to take T.J. shopping.

I am reading...All She Ever Wanted by Lynn Austin

I am hoping...we can figure out all the details of who is living where this summer.

I am hearing...T.J. beg me to take him to Krispy Kreme donuts.

Around the house…well, I am now officially Sarah’s roommate. We’re sharing the pink room and T.J.’s with us this week too-cozy.

One of my favorite things…being on the Whitworth University campus.If you've never heard of it, check out their website at:http://www.whitworth.edu/

A few plans for the rest of the week: getting pictures developed, several doctor & dentist appointments for the kids, helping at Mops, working in the morning, figuring out how to get T.J. back to Spokane Friday night.

Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

(Our happy family at Allie's graduation!)

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Tomorrow I'll continue my Rome Reflections...
In His Grip, Jane

Reflections of Roma- Day One: Worth the Wait

2011-05-12T07:47:00.000-07:00

(Our view.)
My man Mike was awarded a special trip to Rome with his company, APP. This is actually our 2nd trip to Rome, but I've been waiting 12 years to return. Flying overnight on American Airlines it took us about 9 hours to get from Chicago to Rome. We were served dinner (I had yummy Pesto tortellini) and breakfast (yogurt and a croissant). I appreciated the fact that we were given blankets and pillows but I still froze since I was next to the window and I’m used to my down comforter.

I dozed a bit but didn’t sleep soundly. I thought about the women from my church who took a twenty hour flight to India to do a mission trip and decided I wouldn’t complain and ask “are we there yet?”

After getting through customs we headed to our swanky Boscolo Hotel Exedra in the Plaza Rebublica. Our room wasn’t ready so we found a place nearby where we could grab our first Italian lunch. I had salad, Mike had prosciutto and melon and we split some Sangria.

We thought surely our room would be ready when we returned but it wasn’t. We sat on couches in the lobby and sort of fell asleep trying to protect our carry-on luggage.

Finally our room was ready and it was beautiful! We crawled into our enormous bed for a nap and set our alarm so we could get up and primp for our reception dinner.

(Loved the marble bathroom.)

(Huge, comfy bed.)

The reception was held in the Presidential suite. The food was amazing and we could visit inside or out on the balconies.

(Quite happy on the balcony.)

(I had all three flavors!)

Our CEO and his wife were put in a room directly under the restaurant. For two nights they were woken by the loud parties and scraping chairs.
They respectfully asked the front desk if they could be relocated and were led to a new room. Much to their surprise they were given the Presidential suite where we had the dinner party. John and his wife Carol are two of the nicest people I’ve met and I love that they were spoiled a bit. They hadn’t expected such an opulent room, but it’s a bit like God’s grace-undeserved but much appreciated.

Sometimes a bit of a struggle makes what comes next even sweeter. Some things are worth the wait.

(Over the next week I'll share all our adventures...)

In His Grip, Jane

The Simple Woman's Daybook

2011-05-10T08:30:00.001-07:00

FOR TODAY, May 10th, 2011

After traveling to Chicago, Indiana, Rome, and Glen Ellyn, I am now back in Gig Harbor, Washington and have some blog catching up to do.

Outside my window... it's gray now but supposed to be sunny later. Our high might reach the 60's!

I am thinking...about my daughter Allie graduating from Whitworth University this coming Sunday. I’m so proud of her and it will be a fun family weekend in Spokane.

I am thankful for...the trip to Rome my husband and I just got to take.

From the learning rooms...Sarah is working hard on an English paper and turning some work in early since she’ll miss several days of school due to her sister’s graduation and a tennis tournament.

From the kitchen...I might make insalata caprese and grilled chicken breasts, or we'll go out since we'll be over the bridge for tennis...

I am wearing...sweats again-I’m working at the fitness childcare center this morning.(White hoody, lavender tank & black workout pants.)

I am creating....Rome memories.

I am going...to work today instead of tomorrow so I can watch Sarah in her League play-off Wednesday morning.

I am reading...The Mailbox, by MaryBeth Whalen.

I am hoping.... our broken car that our friend is hauling across the state today makes it in one piece. It's going back to the repair shop in Spokane.

I am hearing...my housemates getting ready for a scholarship meeting and one of the dog's tails thumping on the rug.

Around the house…my clothes are stacking up. I’m moving out of the green bedroom into Sarah’s room this week and we need to get some tubs to put some of my out of season clothes in.

One of my favorite things…sipping wine in Roma.

A few plans for the rest of the week: watching Sarah in post-season play, driving to Spokane to celebrate Allie’s college graduation, spending one night at the famous Davenport hotel, moving T.J. out of the dorm and into his brother’s apartment, dining at Wolf Lodge in Coeur d’ Alene- for the best steak ever!

Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

This was our view outside our balcony from our hotel room in Rome overlooking the Plaza Republica.

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In His Grip, Jane

Messing With His MOJO

2011-04-28T08:26:00.000-07:00

I’ve only been out west and away from my home, husband and pets for a little over three months, but Mike has developed his own style of housekeeping. Being the nester that I am, it didn’t take me long to swoop in and make changes.

First I put away the Valentine decorations.Hearts were still on the front door. I had asked him repeatedly if he’d switched them out for St. Patrick’s day or Spring but it didn’t seem to be a priority to him. I found our Easter décor and began de-cluttering. The first evening he noticed things weren’t where he expected them to be and he commented, “You’re messing with my Mojo.”

MOJO means “to find the magic in what you do.” Was it really magical to have antlers growing out of the potato bag in the pantry? Mike claimed that when it became a science experiment he thought I’d enjoy seeing it. Not so much. The song from Beauty and the Beast about Gaston was ringing in my head- “he has antlers in all of his decorating”…

I know he’s been keeping house while I’ve been gone but our standards are different. I ended up hiring a cleaning gal to come help me with bathrooms and the wood floors. It was worth it to me to know that I got my whole place cleaned before I had my bible study sisters over for brunch.

Last night my man Mike said, “You know I’m just going to change it back after you leave.” My less than mature response? “Well, I’m going to fix it again when I return in July.” How about you? Do you and your spouse agree on cleaning and decorating? Do you have different expectations?

Marriage is about compromise. I understand that but I also have been away from my home and have imagined puttering when I got here. Re-entry is hard though. It was hard for the Space Shuttle to return, for soldiers to get back into the family routine and for me to switch to being the “live wife” vs. the "Skype wife".

I think long-distance marriage is hard, but in a way easier. If your beloved gives you an edge or says something you don’t agree with you can just sign off.We miss each other so we focus on the love, not the details. In real day-to-day, face-to-face marriage I must compromise.

“May God, who gives this patience and encouragement, help you live in complete harmony with each other-each with the attitude of Christ Jesus toward the other.” Romans 15:5

Tomorrow morning I’ll be setting my alarm to get up and watch the Royal wedding. I watched Diana & Charles exchange vows back in 1981 before I’d even met my husband. I love weddings! What is important though is the marriage. I doubt that Kate and William will have to decide who cleans, how to decorate the castle, and where to stack the royal mail, but I do hope they learn to compromise.

In His Grip, Jane

The Simple Woman's Daybook

2011-04-26T10:57:00.001-07:00

FOR TODAY, April 26, 2011

Outside my window... rain, mild temps, pretty yellow Forsythia, daffodils-I’m back in Illinois and it’s typical spring weather.

I am thinking...my cat Tigger is hilarious. He’s hissing at the water bowl and playing in it. (Now I know why the floor has been wet.)

I am thankful for...flying "home" and driving to Indiana in the new convertible to spend Easter weekend with my Mom and Sisters.

From the learning rooms...nothing-it’s Sarah’s spring break and she’s “taking a break”!

From the kitchen...I made angel hair pasta with Vodka sauce & Italian sausage last night. I don’t have a clue what I’m making for dinner. Reservations?? I actually think I'm making our famous enchiladas with a fried egg on top...

I am wearing...khaki cropped pants, a bright green hoodie sweater and mustard wedges.(I'm digging deep into what I've got here in the Illinois house.)

I am creating...a springtime looking house. Mike still had Valentine’s decorations up!

I am going...to get my hair hi-lighted and my bangs trimmed.

I am reading...Laura Bush’s memoirs.

I am hoping...Sarah’s ear infection feels better before she flies home Friday.

I am hearing...The ice maker and my cat meowing. (And the train all through the night- not used to that.)

Around the house...lots of cleaning needs to take place.I actually hired someone to help me with the bathrooms, kitchen and main floor. Remember- I've been gone four months.

One of my favorite things...watching my husband & daughter play Banana-grams.

A few plans for the rest of the week: errands, get a pedi, hosting the bible study brunch, possibly going to the Chicago Art Museum,taking my daughter to the mall, hanging with my pets & family, watching the Royal wedding, packing, flying to Rome!

Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

My very first ride in my husband's new Audi convertible. Fun!!

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In His Grip, Jane

At the Car Wash

2011-04-22T12:18:00.001-07:00

I was surrounded-a car in front, a car behind. I was waved forward yet I wasn’t feeling it was my time yet. I felt forced. I felt too close to the car in front of me (a very nice, new Camry). I put my foot on the brake and heard the car wash attendant yell “foot off the brake”! I was suddenly blinded by the bubbles covering my front windshield and side windows and I just had to hope the machine conveyor tracks would keep my now-in-neutral car from smashing into the car in front of me.

I was over in Tacoma last week running errands and they have a gas station with a car wash attached. It’s only $5 to get a wash and blow dry. It’s twice as expensive in my town across the bridge. They certainly herd the cars through quickly at the cheap place. No car length distances between at their joint-move ‘em in, move ‘em out…

So about the foot off the brake… I think that Carrie Underwood visited this car wash to get the inspiration for her hit song, “Jesus Take the Wheel”. Besides careening on black ice, when you’re in a car wash with your foot off the brake and you are not allowed to steer, it certainly feels like somebody else is in control.

Lately I’ve figuratively thrown my hands in the air and asked God to show me His plan even though it’s as unclear as a car coated in soap bubbles. Questions like, where are Sarah and I going to live next fall, where will Sarah spend her summer when she’s not at Young Life Camp, who will T.J. live with in Spokane for 3 months while he’s working, will Mitch & Amy get jobs in Chicago next fall and can we ever move back to the Northwest permanently? The list is growing.

Then, even though I can’t see I remember. I remember last spring and all the crazy circumstances that had to be worked out. I look back in amazement at how God orchestrated it all.

Since He promised us in the bible that He is in control of our destinies it doesn’t make much sense for me to try to do it MY way. I could disrupt the course of events.

"If we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience." Romans 8:25

Today is Good Friday, and Easter is Sunday. I know that the God who died and rose again for ME (and you) can orchestrate all the details for the Carver Family. I am overwhelmed with gratitude.

Back at the car wash the lights at the end blinked; ready, and then GO. I knew the dryer was finished, I knew I could switch from neutral to drive, take the wheel and be on my merry way. God has a way of letting us know we’re ready for the next adventure or event in our life to take place even if we aren’t convinced. Then He says GO and we’re off!

Off to do His will. Off to experience new things. Off to testify to His faithfulness in our family.

Is your foot off the brake?

Blessings to you and your families this Easter!

I’ll be in Chicago and ROME for the next two weeks so my blogging might take a “backseat” to family time.

P.S. About the broken car…it has to be towed 300 miles across the state. Any volunteers?

In His Grip, Jane

Another Opportunity to Make Lemonade

2011-04-20T14:22:00.001-07:00

They wanted to surprise their Daddy last Thursday. That’s why T.J. and Allie were driving from Spokane to Gig Harbor. Mike had flown in Wednesday night so he could watch our youngest, Sarah, play tennis. It was the only time this season he could come to watch her play. Of course it was a rain-out on Thursday because we are in the Northwest and that’s what happens in the spring. It rains. A LOT!

We got a call from our oldest son that his brother and sister were headed to the Harbor to surprise us but were currently on the side of the highway with a “smoking’” car. We were surprised all right. We didn’t know they were coming, and the car was purchased just 3 months ago. It had already been in the shop and cost us $$! What now? With the help of a tow truck company that came and evaluated the problem, we had three options; spend over $450 and have it towed back to the shop that worked on it before, have the kids spend the night in Moses Lake (where?) and get it looked at in the morning, or take a chance, keep the fluids filled, pray, and head over the mountain. My husband wasn’t voting for the third option but that’s what the kids chose. They really wanted some family time.

They finally arrived at 1:30 in the morning and the repair shop here spent the day trying to diagnose the problem. After a fun weekend of hanging out, watching Sarah play in a tennis tournament (it didn’t rain on Saturday!) and going to church together, it was time for the kids to head back and for me to take my husband to the airport to fly back to Chicago.

I got the call right after I dropped off Mike. They were pulled off the highway with steam rising and fluids bubbling. What does the Mom do? Well, since my husband’s cell phone was turned off I just headed toward my kids. Isn’t that my job? Mom’s immediate love response is search and rescue.

“It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” 1Corinthians 13:7

It took a while to find them because they didn’t know their exact location. Mike finally called us and it was determined that I would switch cars with them. And so… they’ve got my dependable, cute red Kia Sorento with my Good- to- Go bridge pass and I have their “needs repair” car that doesn’t have a bridge pass and has their campus parking sticker.

"Love does not demand its own way. Love is not irritable, and it keeps no record of when it has been wronged." Corinthians 13:5

If you read my blog on January 27th called, “We’re under a Car Curse” you’re probably shaking your head. Yep, here we go again. Another possible lemon of a car and the thought of “making lemonade” does NOT sound good at the moment.

I thought it timely that the sermon I just heard focused on “It’s not all about me!” Even though I already miss my car and worry about how much the car repairs will be, right now it’s about my daughter Allie who will be graduating from college in a month. She has a lot going on in the next few weeks and to be without a car would have been quite hard. Sarah and I can share. We only have three more days until we’re leaving town for spring break. I have learned over the past 25 years of parenting that I will do whatever is necessary for the welfare of my children.

God, sacrificed his one and only son for our welfare. Have you been contemplating what Jesus did for us as Easter weekend approaches?

“For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16

I made it back to the Harbor without the car overheating and pulled into the grocery store parking lot where I was given another unexpected lesson. Next to me was a van with a man sitting at the wheel. I did a double take when I saw the amount of stuff and trash piled almost to the ceiling in his vehicle. My first reaction was of disapproval, and then I realized that this man was most likely living in his van. He was spending the day in the parking lot because he had nowhere else to go. Where does he park at night? How does he afford gas and food? Does he have a family?

I have a home in Illinois, a place to live in Gig Harbor, food in my refrigerator, a debit card to buy expensive gas, and our family has four cars (one which is a bit sick at the moment…)

Thank you God for reminding me how blessed I am, take care of the man in the van, and making lemonade sounds pretty good right now.

In His Grip, Jane

The Simple Woman's Daybook

2011-04-19T07:05:00.001-07:00

FOR TODAY, April 19, 2011

Outside my window... it is sunny! There is mist over the water and in the pine trees, the tide is coming in, it's in the high 30's right now and expected to reach about 52.

I am thinking...about having to rescue my college kids Sunday afternoon. Their “new” car over-heated on highway 18. They now have MY car for the month and I have the one with “issues”…(I'll tell the whole story in my blog tomorrow.)

I am thankful for...having my husband and two college kids visit here over the weekend.

From the learning rooms...Sarah took a great SAT writing prep. class on Sunday.

From the kitchen...I am going to try out one of the new Philly crèam cheese pasta sauces and add chicken and grape tomatoes.

I am wearing...my fuzzy red robe of course! After I shower I plan on wearing my Tides Tennis sweatshirt that says Sarah's Mom on the back (home match today), blue & white jeans and my plum converse sneakers.

I am creating...lists-for leaving town on Friday!

I am going...back to Chicago on Friday night and Indy on Saturday for Easter weekend, then on to Rome on April 30th!

I am reading...Being Polite to Hitler by Robb Forman Dew. (It’s about an Ohio family in the early 1950’s.)

I am hoping...the Subaru’s repairs won’t be super expensive.

I am hearing...my daughter just hurried off to school, slamming the door, now it's quiet except the clicking of my coffee pot.

Around the house...I'm noticing the tulips in my vase are fading and I need to mail my college son the cell phone charger he left on the counter.

One of my favorite things...going out to lunch with my BFF’s at PaneraBread.The Thai salad & Napa chicken salad sandwich were my "you pick two" yummy choices.

A few plans for the rest of the week: finishing the Breaking Free Beth Moore bible study tomorrow, two tennis matches, buying snacks for the team, small group, packing for spring break and Rome, hopefully attending our church’s Thursday night service, flying to Chicago Friday night, hugging my cat & dog, and riding in Mike's convertible to Indianapolis on Saturday to see my family for Easter.

Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

Mike & I at the tennis invitational Saturday (Sarah is in the background.)
Our school won!

To join the fun, visit Peggy at:
http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/

I wish everyone a very Happy Easter. He is Risen!
In His Grip, Jane

I've Been Searched

2011-04-14T16:09:00.001-07:00

I unzipped, opened and started unpacking my suitcase when I discovered it. The tag board notice said, “Your bag was searched”. I wonder why they chose me? It’s not the first time.Was it because my suitcase just made it under the weight restriction? (I am not a light packer.) Did they like my “I love not camping” luggage tag and want to discover more about me?

It feels a bit like I’ve been violated. Sort of like being patted down by security. Granted, I want to be safe when I travel so I know I have to put up with long security lines, but it makes me curious. What showed up on the x-ray machine that forced them to take a closer look? Was my green suitcase, bought at T.J. Maxx really selected at random?

“Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts.” Psalm 139:23

God is never random. He knows every thought I have, every move I’m going to make. Knowing that brings me comfort and anxiety. When will he choose to search my heart? I’m guessing all the time. Will he be pleased with what he finds? Hmmm, not always. Sometimes when I sin I even surprise myself. Like, really? Why did I do that, say that, etc.? My sin never surprises God though. Thankfully I can repent and start fresh each day.

“If you confess your sins, God will forgive you.” 1John 1:9

Do you act a certain way when you know others are watching, and then let down your guard when you’re alone? Blake Shelton has a new country song out, “Who Are You When I’m not looking?”

One of my Illinois girlfriends gave me one of my all-time favorite compliments. She said I always acted the same no matter who I was with. (Hopefully I’m acting appropriately.) I think the point is I don’t put on an act because I know God sees all and wants me to be “Jane” no matter who I'm with.

Are you transparent before the Lord? Do you know He can see right through all the “bull” to the real you? God is the ultimate scanner. He sees all and knows how we truly feel. Are you ready to be searched?

I wonder if I’ll get searched again when I fly “home” for Spring Break?

In His Grip, Jane

The Simple Woman's Daybook for April 12, 2011

2011-04-12T14:49:00.000-07:00

Outside my window... It is a clear day, mostly sunny (whoo hoo!) and low 50's.

I am thinking... about one of the leaders of our church's mission trip to the Middle East that severely injured his ankle and has to be flown home.

I am thankful for...a special young husband & father who is flying over to join the mission team on short notice.

From the learning rooms...I screwed up and registered my daughter for the SAT the weekend of tennis playoffs. Now I have to pay a "change fee"!

From the kitchen...cheese Quesadillas tonight, baking cupcakes tomorrow.

I am wearing...an Aerie blue & white striped long-sleeved tee, pink scarf, gap super straight dark jeans, and my silver Payless flats (I've gotten a lot of mileage out of them!)

I am creating...blog entries. I've been writing more than I've been knitting.

I am going...to go for a walk outside, instead of going to the gym!

I am reading...I just finished Water for Elephants and need to put King's Cross on my I-pad since I need to read two chapters before couples bible study tomorrow night.

I am hoping...we can figure out where our two youngest kiddos are living this summer. It's complicated...

I am hearing...the dryer and the bigger dog sigh.

Around the house...I need to vacuum and shine surfaces.

One of my favorite things...is the crab bisque soup I had for lunch at Nordstrom.

A few plans for the rest of the week:My Man Mike is coming tomorrow night! We'll get to go out to dinner twice, watch Sarah play in several matches and a tournament (if it doesn't rain), hang out with our friends and go to church together.

Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

Sarah concentrating at a match last week. So far she's undefeated and the TIDES are doing great!

To join the fun, visit Peggy at:
http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/

In His Grip, Jane

On the Fence

2011-04-11T16:00:00.001-07:00

Our pastor gave a fantastic sermon based on 1Kings. The theme of it centered on the Prophet Elijah asking the people who they believed in- God or Baal (their fertility “god”/idol).

“Then Elijah stood in front of them and said, “How long are you going to waver between two opinions? If the Lord is God, follow him! But if Baal is God then follow him! But the people were completely silent.” 1Kings 18:20,21

They were being indecisive. Sitting on the fence is playing it safe. Staying silent about an important issue is also playing it safe. People are scared to really “pick a side” whether it has to do with religion, politics, free choice vs. abortion and other tricky subjects. Many men and women don’t want to risk being seen as in-tolerant so they basically tolerate everything.I hope people find me compassionate, but standing for truth.

If state climates were people I would have to say Washington is sitting on the fence and Illinois has made a decision. The weather in Illinois is one of extremes and usually what you see is what you get. The winters are HARD and COLD. The summers are HOT and STICKY. If you move to Illinois, you need to have clothes for all four seasons. The good news is that you only need one outfit per day. When the weatherman announces the day’s forecast you know that if it’s a warm day it will stay warm and if it’s a cold day it’ll stay cold. Fronts blow storms in, but usually there is fair warning. This past weekend the weather where my husband lives in Glen Ellyn (a suburb west of Chicago) was glorious; sunny and 70’s-80. He could finally open up the windows and air out the house, go golfing, and drive around in his convertible.
Yes I was jealous!

The weather in the Northwest sort of stays the same 9 months out of the year yet changes hour by hour. It is often WET and chilly. Everyone looks forward to July-September when we might get sunshine and low 70’s. I think the weather here is just afraid to “make a stand”. Each season blends in to the next and sometimes the only way we know what month we're in, is to look at a calendar or see what plants are for sale at the grocery. I LOVE the beauty around Puget Sound, and I know in my brain that the weather systems are produced by the location to the water and mountains, but it’s still occasionally frustrating. We might start the day with sunshine thinking, “Yea, we can have a tennis match!” but an hour later it’s raining, windy and chilly. I shoot up lots of prayers that a gray cloud will keep moving! We wear lots of layers here because we just don’t know what we’re going to get.Lightweight sweaters and Northface jackets are a staple around here.

Are you someone who is easily swayed by those around you? Does what everyone else thinks or believes make you change your mind? Are you always politically correct, even outside the office? Let’s not “sit on the fence” about our faith, but act boldly. Be more like a mid-west blizzard or tornado. Be intense for the Lord!

I am indecisive when it comes to choosing off a menu...The sampler was created with me in mind.

In His Grip, Jane

Sisters, Sisters

2011-04-09T20:02:00.001-07:00

I am a “Story Girl”. There are three of us and even if I’m over 50 I am the baby of the family. Apparently I’m still “spoiled" too. (Just ask my sisters!) I know my parents were secretly hoping #3 would turn out to be a boy (there were no ultrasounds back in ’59), but they were destined to be handed another pink blanket. Their friends weren’t very tactful at the time. A few years ago my mom gave me the baby cards she received when I was born. She might not have if she had re-read them. Many of them said, “Sorry you didn’t get your boy”… Thankfully, my parents always made me feel loved and accepted. I’ve been thinking about the importance of sisters and that I actually have more than two in my life.

The Story sisters: Ann is my oldest sister. She’s the redhead, very musically talented, and an amazing educator of the vision impaired. She is one of the busiest, yet most thoughtful people I know. Ann raised three girls and has four sweet grandchildren. When she came to visit me at my new home this summer I looked out the window and there she was, out playing with my dog in the backyard while I was just waking up and in my pajamas.

Jill is in the middle. Despite the fact that she used to slam me against the wall with her back brace when she was in Jr. High, we’ve always been great friends too. (I've forgiven her.) She was the cheerleader, is a fantastic P.E. teacher and department “head”, has coached and raised two great boys.She has a huge heart. When Jill came to visit me in my Illinois home I looked out the window and there she was out front with my husband doing yard work. Do you see a theme here? They are early risers and I am not (although I could blame that one hour time change…)

Ann and Jill both have kind husbands and I learned how to be a good baby momma from them.They also swing by our Mom's house whenever they can. Unfortunately I haven’t lived near them in over 18 years so we keep in touch by phone and I see them once or twice a year in Indiana.

I love my sisters and hope they see that my desire for them to know Christ is because I love them. "Go home to your family and tell them how much the Lord has done for you, and how he has had mercy on you." Mark 5:19

The Carver sisters: My daughters Allie and Sarah are best friends. They both have their daddy’s beautiful brown eyes and though they are five years apart and have very different interests, they both love God and each other. I am so glad they get to experience the joy of having a sister in addition to their two wonderful brothers.

Sister-in-laws: My husband has a younger sister named Chris, and Kelly is married to Mike’s younger brother. They are so fun to be with when we head to Omaha!I wish I could spend more time with them.

Sisters in Christ: I’m grateful God has given me tons of “sisters” in Washington State that I am in relationship with. They support me, challenge me, teach me, and it's nice to know they're all over town at many different churches. I love them all and dread having to leave them again in a year.

Hoosier sisters: When we were a young couple living in Indiana we had a small group at our church that helped us grow spiritually. We spent many Saturday evenings and retreats with them.We try to see them whenever we head to Indy.

Prayer sisters: For the last 6+ years I have met twice a month with a small group of special friends who are my go-to group. We have prayed over our children, husbands, community, weddings, births,illnesses, moves-you name it! Everyone should have a group like this.

M.I.T. sisters: I joined a Moms in Touch group this past fall and met moms who are passionate about praying for their high school children and the schools they attend. I’ll rejoin the group in the future and we’ll pray for our kids in college.

Parkview sisters: I met some great women at our new church in Illinois. They even took me to Beth Moore Live as their guest when they hardly knew me.

Esther sisters: In the fall back in Glen Ellyn, God led me to a Beth Moore bible study. I was quickly embraced by the group and we had a wonderful season of study and fellowship. Knowing I can rejoin their group when I move back to Illinois after Sarah graduates is a good thing. I'm having them over for brunch when I visit Glen Ellyn on Spring Break.

Chi Omega sisters: Yep, I was a Chi Omega at Ball State University in Muncie, Indiana. My sorority was filled with smart, pretty, driven young women and oh did we have fun! I am in touch with a few of my BFF’s and have also reconnected with some at a reunion and on Facebook. Some of the nicest women I run into are Chi Omegas. Just sayin’…

How about you? Were you given biological sisters? Do you have sisters in Christ? Have you stopped to think about how important all these women are in your life?

The picture at the top is from the 1954 classic movie, White Christmas. Have you heard the song Sisters,Sisters? "Those that have seen us, know that not a thing could come between us."

Sisters are a gift.

In His Grip, Jane

One Size Fits All

2011-04-07T15:50:00.001-07:00

I love new clothes. I try to find good deals on trendy clothes at stores like T.J. Maxx and Target, but I also appreciate quality classics that last. If only my clothing budget matched my taste!I do have to remember that what is important is how I am on the inside....

Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. 1Peter 3:3

As I hunt around in discount stores, am I the only one who notices sizing tags that say “one size fits all”? Sorry, but I can't "buy" into that. What is up with the idea that a clothing manufacturer can produce a piece of clothing that will fit everyone?

God made people come in different shapes and sizes, so the idea that we can all buy the same size dresses, sweatshirts, pajamas, etc. doesn't make much sense.My clothing “size” number has been changing a lot in the last several years; partly because my weight has gone up and down, and partly because the standard has altered. Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty happy that the size I buy now would have been a bigger number a decade ago. Waistlines have expanded in people and in clothes, and designers realize that a smaller number is good for the self-esteem. (Do you remember how tiny the blond dancer's waist was in White Christmas?!Does anyone have that tiny of a waist now unless they're anorexic?)

Perhaps “one size fits most” would be more appropriate. Then again, if someone tried an outfit on with that tag and it didn’t fit I can imagine hurt feelings. Perhaps if every manufacturer world-wide used the same guidelines to put a size number on clothes it would be easier to shop without trying on! How about you? Can you bring something home without trying it on, or order items online?

God is really the only “One Size Fits All”. He’s SO BIG He can’t be measured, and He's already paid the price since his only son died on the cross for us. He doesn’t want us to try Him on and see if He fits. He fits every person he created perfectly! All he requires is that we ask Him into our hearts and He’ll begin the amazing alteration of our souls. He needs us to participate and reflect His image to those around us.

Garments are only temporary, but God fits us for an eternity. I don’t have a small or medium God. I have a BIG, BIG God who can “fit” all!Pretty good deal, huh?

Lift up your eyes to the heavens, look at the earth beneath; the heavens will vanish like smoke, the earth will wear out like a garment and its inhabitants die like flies. But my salvation will last forever, my righteousness will never fail.Isaiah 51:6

In His Grip, Jane

Bubbling Up

2011-04-05T20:11:00.001-07:00

It caught me off guard. I’d been having a really good morning. Twice a month I volunteer in the baby room during Mops because I heard they were looking for some extra “hands” rocking the babies. After a couple times I moved to the next room that has mobile babies. They’re so cute!! Most can walk and my favorite time of the morning is when we sprinkle cheerios on a stationary walker with a tray and all the babies toddler over to snack at the “trough”.

Lately I’ve been in situations where I just do as I’m told. It takes a bit of humbleness to allow others to take the lead. Once again, I must yield. Since I’m a “newbie” volunteer I still don’t know all the systems. When the babies were happily playing, I began to pick up the toys scattered around and put them away in the bins and baskets. The person in charge of the nursery noticed and kindly explained to me that all the toys needed to be brought to the sink to be sanitized. At that exact moment, someone I used to work for walked in the room. I had spent several years teaching at our church preschool before I left to teach kindergarten. I had been a part of a challenging conversation and my feelings were hurt-badly. I have repeatedly worked hard to forgive and “move on”.

The toy incident was not a big deal, yet I felt like a mini-failure. I’ve tried hard to not let my pride or insecurities rise up. I thought about asking for the new Beth Moore book, So Long, Insecurities, for Christmas but thought I didn’t need it. I guess I was wrong.

I am over 50 and I STILL worry about how I am perceived. What’s up with that?

The unworthy feelings bubbled up to the surface just like someone turned on the switch of a hot tub. I know in my brain that I was having a good day, that I was being helpful, and that it was no big deal. It is really important to me that I do a good job and am well-liked. Obviously I’m a people pleaser.

Why can’t I be like Paul, when he wrote, “If I were still trying to please people, I would not be Christ’s servant.” Galatians 1:10

I loved "running" my own classrooms, especially when I was encouraged and complimented. I had a great relationship with the children, their parents and my co-workers (except maybe a couple-hey, I’m honest!) The few times I was criticized or given constructive criticism by a Principal or Director I was crushed.

I come from a family of teachers. My Mom and sisters were/are excellent teachers. I always put a lot of pressure on myself to be excellent too-I had a reputation to maintain!

The enemy loves to use my self-doubt and past against me.

Apparently I have just stuffed my feelings of failure, instead of breaking free. (How convenient that I’m currently doing the Breaking Free bible study. Silly me thinking I didn’t have much I needed to break free from. ) HELLO!

Thankfully, the bubbling stopped. I remembered-I really only have an audience of one. THE ONE. The one who created me, has a purpose for me, who loves me unconditionally, and is FOR me. Also, it’s not always all about me so I don’t need to dwell on how I’m perceived. It’s not about getting everyone’s approval as I work or serve, but knowing I’ve done my best to bring glory to God.

“Take care! Don’t do your deeds publicly, to be admired, because then you will lose the reward from your Father in Heaven.” Matthew 6:1

Colossians 3:23 “Work hard and cheerfully at whatever you do, just as though you were working for the Lord.”

Our God loves us insecurities and all, but remember, when in doubt, always wash baby toys.

In His Grip, Jane