If the last post fried your brain, made you angry, confused you, or concerned you, here’s another one to sizzle it a bit more and perhaps clarify a Biblical model of spiritual discipline.
http://itsthedirt.blogspot.com/2010/01/too-much-balance.html
It is long, but I think well worth a deepening understanding of the concepts the Hedge has been forming over the last several years about being Christ-followers.
I do need to warn you though: it is NOT for children to read.
Allow me to note that the other article referenced and linked in the first paragraph, is the post you just read below, ‘Something to Chew On’.
31 January 2010
27 January 2010
Something to Chew On. But Please Digest.
God, the supreme chromosome-ologist, DNA decider, gives every family exactly the gender of children He wants that family to rear.
Boss-man and I have daughters.
I was watching TV today when an interesting exchange happened between two characters:
Dad: Have you seen my daughter? I don’t like the idea of her running off with Danny [for a hike in the hills] just like that.
Local man: She is 16, don’t you think you’re being a bit over protective
Dad: (indignantly) I don’t remember askin’ for advice.
Local man: Just tryin’ to be friendly.
Disrobing of parental authority, friendly?!
Come on, you say, it’s just a Hollywood script.
Maybe, but we’ve all taken the bait. This is our response to the real people, not actors, in our community.
Several weeks ago, in bedtime routine, my oldest daughter, putting her toothbrush away, says “Mom? Do ya think I can get married at sixteen?”
(choke,sputter)“I can’t talk about that right now. It’s late. Let’s just get ready for bed.”
The surprise I took was not at any absurdity in her question; rather the grief I imagine daddy and I will endure from not so well-meaning, not so astute people, should she have been making, that night in the bathroom, a prophetic statement.
The same people that speak of parents being “over protective” regarding children are the same people who have the proverbial cow that a sixteen year old is too young to marry: then protection is lacking.
You see, it’s okay for daughters to run around without parental protection, unsupervised and un-chaperoned. That’s trust! And we must trust our children! Particularly the 16 and over crowd. Daughters, especially the responsible ones, should be able to make their own decisions with, perhaps, parental input, but essentially, it must be of her own plan. She has to learn to make these decisions and live with the outcome, right?
But should she decide, that at 16, instead of tramping around with boys her own age, that are looking for a little slap and tickle (oh, and relationship too, I’m sure), she, with her parents guidance and blessing, should consent to a marriage with a respectable, hard working, taxpaying, dependable, godly young man, where she sleeps in the safety of one man’s bed, without guilt: That’s just plain foolish.
Uh, huh.
Boss-man and I have daughters.
I was watching TV today when an interesting exchange happened between two characters:
Dad: Have you seen my daughter? I don’t like the idea of her running off with Danny [for a hike in the hills] just like that.
Local man: She is 16, don’t you think you’re being a bit over protective
Dad: (indignantly) I don’t remember askin’ for advice.
Local man: Just tryin’ to be friendly.
Disrobing of parental authority, friendly?!
Come on, you say, it’s just a Hollywood script.
Maybe, but we’ve all taken the bait. This is our response to the real people, not actors, in our community.
Several weeks ago, in bedtime routine, my oldest daughter, putting her toothbrush away, says “Mom? Do ya think I can get married at sixteen?”
(choke,sputter)“I can’t talk about that right now. It’s late. Let’s just get ready for bed.”
The surprise I took was not at any absurdity in her question; rather the grief I imagine daddy and I will endure from not so well-meaning, not so astute people, should she have been making, that night in the bathroom, a prophetic statement.
The same people that speak of parents being “over protective” regarding children are the same people who have the proverbial cow that a sixteen year old is too young to marry: then protection is lacking.
You see, it’s okay for daughters to run around without parental protection, unsupervised and un-chaperoned. That’s trust! And we must trust our children! Particularly the 16 and over crowd. Daughters, especially the responsible ones, should be able to make their own decisions with, perhaps, parental input, but essentially, it must be of her own plan. She has to learn to make these decisions and live with the outcome, right?
But should she decide, that at 16, instead of tramping around with boys her own age, that are looking for a little slap and tickle (oh, and relationship too, I’m sure), she, with her parents guidance and blessing, should consent to a marriage with a respectable, hard working, taxpaying, dependable, godly young man, where she sleeps in the safety of one man’s bed, without guilt: That’s just plain foolish.
Uh, huh.
22 January 2010
Some Winter Warmth
Our family vacationed last summer in Honolulu and resided in the ol' folk's condo (not to be confused with the 'old folk’s home'). Feel to warmth of the June sun? We still can.
Waikiki Beach, Honolulu
What a time we had! A fortnight of loving, laughing, and discovering the Hawaiian folk’s island life. AnnePants adhered to condo living, Abi-dale thrilled at running along the darkened beach after an evening concert and Big Daddy and I took pleasure in being a generational family on vacation together.
Last fall I spent hours putting together a slideshow for the sidebar but Blogger didn't like it, wouldn't allow me to post it, something about corruption in the feed. Wasted time turned aggravation, turned tabled project, turned seven months later, turned "well, I should post some pics individually, at least". These photos are only a small fraction of the shots we took, but they do show the warmth of the sun, and that of the love family, despite an ocean, shares.
Waikiki Beach, Honolulu
What a time we had! A fortnight of loving, laughing, and discovering the Hawaiian folk’s island life. AnnePants adhered to condo living, Abi-dale thrilled at running along the darkened beach after an evening concert and Big Daddy and I took pleasure in being a generational family on vacation together.
Last fall I spent hours putting together a slideshow for the sidebar but Blogger didn't like it, wouldn't allow me to post it, something about corruption in the feed. Wasted time turned aggravation, turned tabled project, turned seven months later, turned "well, I should post some pics individually, at least". These photos are only a small fraction of the shots we took, but they do show the warmth of the sun, and that of the love family, despite an ocean, shares.
18 January 2010
An Early Spring Tease
What a day! The sun was beaming up to 55 degrees, slight breeze blowing, sparrows warbling.Our “I-thought-it-was-spring-so-I-shaved-the-goats” weather has come a good month early!
Here in the great Pacific Northwest, somewhere around late February, we see a break in the forecast and experience spring-like conditions. We tear the cover off the pool, bring out the tee shirts, and make iced tea. Heck, the thermometer might hit 66, let’s have a barbeque!
And all for naught, of course, for we have weeks yet of hard, ever-changing, eventful weather.
But not usually in January.
The girls walked the garden, assessed it’s condition, talked of planting peas and mowing the grass.
Wait, no.It’s too soon.
Peas in the ground now, could rot; mowing could damage the fine blades of fescue. We shall leave it at appraisal and garden planning for now. Rake up from the windstorm and turn the compost. Gather muck from the paddock and work it into the raised beds.
I will facilitate the postponement with the Western Garden Book and seed catalogs with tea and Christmas chocolate. And ask Lanny about the goats; I have none.
Waiting, resting, enjoying really, in the Winter Sojourn.
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