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It is a sad moment. Terri Schiavo (Schindler) has died. According to those who have visited her, we can be assured that she is totally healed now in the presence of her Savior. But what about the man who called himself her husband and guardian, who instead benefited from her disability and her death, who adulterated himself with another woman by whom he had two illegitimate children, and yet claims that he wanted what was best for Terri. Not a chance! Her parents were the ones who visited, spoke to her incessantly, cared for her needs, made sure she was comfortable, and who agreed with God that life is from Him. Food and water are not "artificial means of support." A heart not beating, lungs not breathing, brain not creating waves -- those cannot exist without outside support. But none of us can live without food and water administered from without. My sister works with special needs students that are perfectly functioning in the classroom, except for the fact that they must ...

And I don't mean programming language. It pains me, but we will not be returning to Caribou coffee. We are all responsible for the knowledge we have, and then to either take action or withdraw as necessary. Decide for yourself.

And THIS is why I haven't blogged in a while. Little Ashley Nicole was born on March 1 at 4:13 p.m. and I've been playing doula. 

Yipes! I just did the unthinkable. I actually clicked on some of the links in my own profile just to see how many other people had the same interests. Now I know why e-Harmony is so popular. From what I understand, they take much more than just a list of likes and dislikes into consideration. I mean, I was appalled at what some supposed intelligent people put on their profiles! For example, in my profile I have written that the books I like are "too numerous to mention." That same response was said by several (dozens) other people. But I'm not sure I'd want to meet any of them in person. Boils down to one or two things that will glue us together . Can you guess what they are?

A friend is someone who does what is best for you. A friend loveth at all times. A friend will gently guide you to do what is right. You like being around a friend. You want to do things for a friend. You will lay down your life for a friend. Okay, so why do I treat FOOD like it is my friend??? What misplaced emotion have I given over to the love of food? It just never seems to go away, and what do I get in return? Added pounds ... swollen joints ... hardening of the arteries ... now I ask you, is this any way for a friend to treat me? I read a really good article on how we think about food just the other day. And I'm convinced that there are "voices" in my head and heart turning me to the false friend of food. There is the "rebel," the "victim," the "indulger," and "the critic." Can you tell which one is haunting me right now? Hmmm, probably the critic, except for the fact that while I am writing this I am chowing down on Poppyco...

Lord, help me! Keep my mind fresh and plugged into Your Spirit continually or I shall join the ranks of blind guides. When the eyes are clouded over, even gray looks clean. But in You is spotless splendor. So help me to keep the spotless splendor as my ruler.

It's a downer. Today, I mean. Having family here for so much of the time between Christmas and New Year, and then starting a new job this week ... I took the tree down, the wreaths, the decorations, stockings, Christmas scented bathroom spray -- you name it, it's down. I even rearranged the living room! The next major thing to put away is the large nativity set on the living room coffee table. I'm putting it off. Perhaps I'll feel more settled once the house is back to "normal," whatever that is. Nah, I'm feeling the unsettledness for all the kids and spouses, too. Why do I do that? Pregnancy nearing its end, and health concerns for Ingrid. Possible move for Marshall. Health concerns and tension about move decisions for Adam. It would be more comfortable and more healthy for me if I could just forget that other people have problems. Rats! I'm supposed to care! That's what empathy is. Sometimes I'm empathetic to a fault. Either that,...

Happy New Year! 

Yesterday was my final day as advertising manager of Moody Publishers. Monday, Lord willing, will be my first day as Vice President of Special Markets for New Dimension Media . So today I decided to get my hair cut. What? Who cares? No, really. A new look for a new year. Right now, all three of our offspring, along with their spouses, are headed downtown to ring in the New Year on Navy Pier. I am so grateful for CTA's penny special! The "girls" and I went for an "ah" day -- no, that's "spa" day -- to prepare for the the New Year. Hence my hair cut. And Lara's . And Britany 's manicure and waxing. But probably the most appreciative was Ingrid. One whole hour of foot massage ! Hey, for a woman who is almost 7 months pregnant, THAT is a treat! She actually fell asleep during the process! So looking back ... life has been good. And looking foward ... God is good, so bring on 2005!

Did you have an excellent Christmas? What IS an excellent Christmas? There are so many "true meanings of the season" bantied about, that it is really hard to discern. The allegory I like the best is about a boy's birthday party. Well, people just THINK it is his birthday, and so they invite a whole bunch of people, decorate elaborately, make an incredible spread of goodies to eat, and then, get this ... they create a list of gifts THEY want! And do you know what? Everybody else is in on it except for the boy whose birthday it was supposed to be. He isn't even invited! Ridiculous, isn't it? The initial sentiment is good -- celebrate the birth (although we don't really know the date) of Jesus. But Scripture doesn't give us a date, or a mandate for that matter, for the celebration. Down deep (and some will have to dig WAY down) we realize that the gift of Jesus didn't come at His birth. It came at His death, and more importantly His resurrection. The...

I thought I would share a recent request from my "little" brother Dan, because I've been so out of blogworld touch lately. This should bring any prying eyes up to date ... And remember that as with all email trails, you have to read from the bottom up! Hey there, Danno! Oh, yeah, we got kind of side tracked about the job, and the Christmas cards are woefully behind (due to the fact that I've been paying a lot of attention in other directions). If the job hadn't come looking for me, I probably wouldn't have looked at it, but there's something about that story -- "The Lord said, 'I sent three life rafts for you, and you didn't take them.'" So, if this is my "life raft" then who am I to disregard it? Enough for the pontificating ... My new job title is "Vice President of Homeschooling and Special Markets" for New Dimension Media (a division of Questar Video). www.ndmquestar.com. The senior v.p. marke...

Definition: not to be believed. But you can believe it: The Incredibles is a great movie! Caution for kids under 8 perhaps, just because of cartoon violence, but other than that, another superb Pixar movie. I am not your typical movie critic. I don't know all the lingo for the nuances of theatre. But in my humble opinion, this movie has what it takes on several levels of excellence. First, the animation work is top notch -- what else would we expect from Pixar, right? Secondly, the story line is enough to keep an audience engaged, from preschooler to grandparent. But what tops it all is the message of the story. THAT is what is so refreshing about this particular film. It is all about using the gifts you have, for a higher purpose, and what happens to the hope and emotions of an individual who is not using their gifts to their full potential. Amazingly, it totally affirms marriage, longsuffering love, family ties, and upholding one another. But never in a preachy way -- ...

Hahahaha. I'll bet I got your attention on that one! Actually, I'm speaking about my breakfast... sorry. Pomegranate sounds downright decadent, doesn't it? When I was in fourth grade, I remember meeting friends behind the schoolhouse at lunchtime or recess and digging into an exotic treat -- a pomegranate. Now, how we got such an exotic fruit in Conrad, Montana, I'll never know. Unless you did it just right, it was a fairly messy thing to open and eat. I have since gained some experience in this skill. So this blog qualifies as a fluff piece today. Never hurts to have something that takes the mind off current events or the cares of the day, like a post regarding the optimum way of mining a pomegranate! First off, there are some real benefits to eating a pomegranate, not the least of which it will cure your curiosity about this biblically mentioned fruit. One serving size (fruit exchange) of a pomegranate is 1/2 cup. Doesn't sound like much until you start tak...

I find it quite amazing that this country can be almost so evenly divided. Yes, President Bush took more votes , and a higher percentage of the vote, than any other president in the past couple of decades. But 51% is narrow. It certainly does not constitute a landslide, and that is what concerns me. What has happened to the conscience of this nation? Obviously, 49% of the population no longer has a moral compass upon which to make their decisions. President Bush is very upfront that his compass is the Word of God. It is also disconcerting that 49% of the voters no longer think that the individual should be responsible for self-governing. They would rather abdicate to government involvement in every area of life. On this matter, the populace is quite schizophrenic -- wanting total personal license, while holding an entitlement mentality. Perhaps that isn't so schizoid after all -- "it's all about me." Have we forgotten that the "government" is to be rep...

Until three years ago, I didn't think "conflicted" was a bonafide term. But now I are one! No, just kidding. Boy or girl? (I expect you to eat this post after you read it, because it shouldn't be around when the next generation can put sentences together.) If you had asked Andy or Ingrid two weeks ago what gender of baby they preferred for a firstborn, they would have concurred that they wanted a boy. Ten days ago Ingrid underwent the ultrasound that was to dispell all doubt, and what do you know ... they had a modest baby! Not to be fooled, they made another appointment. One week ago today they anxiously waited as the ultrasound tech patted and rolled and otherwise looked into the inner realms of the baby's home -- you might say it became a "womb with a view!" Ah, I've always wanted to use that line! The baby fluttered, sucked a thumb, scratched the head, and finally, finally, came around to where the tech could get a good look at ... it's...

Quite some time ago, my husband and I decided that we should sit through all the credits at the end of a movie. In the words of the Muppets: Hey, they're all related to somebody! So at the end of the movie we saw today, we dutifully sat through the ending credits, while other less-enlightened theater-goers got up and left. Obviously, those who were still sitting around us already knew what was coming. The movie we saw was Napoleon Dynamite. No comment. But there was an entire scene at the end of the movie that no one would have known was there, unless you'd been subjected to ... I mean, had seen the movie before. Number one: someone please clue me in to any possible meaning for this movie! Other than extremely exaggerated loser characters. Number two: my take-away value from this is that sometimes you get a surprise just by being patient. By sticking it out until the bitter end. I imagine in days to come I'll repeat some line from this movie and think it humorous, but...

Which File Extension are You?

No wait, it's another personality quiz ! Just when you were getting comfortable with yourself, another IQ test, personality quiz, enneagram, or HR tool comes out. Some of them are pretty accurate, and some are just downright crazy. Now, you have to be a certain personality type to even take these tests, so the results are skewed right there. Unfortunately, I'm one of those people. To get a true representative sample of the population, you'd have to FORCE some accountant types to take these quizzes, because they will most likely feel it is a waste of their bean-counting time. But do people who are drawn to online (and paper) tests get along with each other? Hmmm, I have a theory. Mostly, yes. Because they have a fundamental desire to understand the human psyche in common with one another. BUT, on the other hand (besides wearing a glove) they are also potentially stuck on self -- always digging and never quite coming up with the final answer -- who am I, really? So, please l...

To be guilty or not to be guilty, that is not a question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to have coveted and lost, or to have caused covetousness ... is also not a question. Both apply. Christians routinely use the jargon of "I covet your prayers." Admittedly, I loathe that phrase. And it doesn't even stand to reason, since we are called in the Ten Commandments not to "covet." So, please, friends, choose another phrase. On the other hand, I am horribly guilty of coveting. I see a BMW convertible sportster race down the road and think -- wow, I wish I ... Or someone tells me of an inheritance, or a new and bigger home, or even how well they slept last night! And pow! I'm hit again with how covetous I can be. On the third hand, I (and I presume several others out there) am also guilty of causing others to covet. When one (meaning me) shares a good fortune, aren't we potentially causing others to wish they had that same good fortune? Som...

A parenthetical part of life between the births of Adam and Ingrid was the loss of a baby through miscarriage at 10 weeks gestation. I still don't know the cause, but it was very sad. On the other hand, it was God's good pleasure to instead give us Ingrid! My OB thought he could control the size of my babies by putting me on the diabetic exchange diet -- or perhaps get me to take up smoking, but I wouldn't go for it. Consequently, I had a very healthy diet during my pregnancy, but still gained 42 pounds. Still no ill effects of blood pressure, blood sugar, etc. Just the normal achies, nausea, and sciatica. This was the first of the three births where my own mother was going to be visiting us and helping with the boys. They had been out of the state and the country for the other births, and Mom came back from Germany this time; in fact, a week early, since no one exactly can predict a birth date. This baby was due January 20, which came ... and went. My OB was convi...