Sunday, March 27, 2011

Matryoshka Madness

I am absolutely obsessed with matryoshka dolls right now. I love, Love, LOVE them, and I love that they're becoming more popular around the Internet. I seriously spend time googling and browsing Amazon to see if some new adorable find has somehow popped up under my nose, and if it's cute enough and of course reasonably priced, I typically find a way to buy it. :-) Therefore, instead of letting my Internet scrounging go to waste, I thought I'd share some of my adorable finds with you, just in case I'm not the only one who loves the darling little babushkas. Have fun getting sucked into the madness!



Where To Find It: (Because I HATE when people post pictures and don't leave links)

MatryoshKEYS. Amazon. $9.53
Matryoshka Deco Tape. Kawaii For You. $4.95



Nesting Doll Ear Buds. ModCloth. $14.99



Matryoshka Measuring Cups. Urban Outfitters. $12.00

Matryoshka Measuring Spoons. Urban Outfitters. $8.00
Red Matryoshka Insulated Lunch Bag. Kawaii For You. $24.95


Red Matryoshka Bento Box. Sugar Charms. $17.99
Bento Onigiri Case. Sugar Charms. $17.99
Matryoshka Tea For Two Set. Urban Outfitters. $48.00



P.S. If you sew, check out some of the cute fabrics you can buy here. A little pricey, but simply adorable!

P.S.S. Sorry about the messed up formatting. I'm just too lazy to fix it.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

What We Have Here Is A Failure To Trust...

I have a confession to make. I don’t trust men. I just don’t. I don’t trust them to take care of me. I don’t trust them to care about me. I don’t trust them to lead. I don’t trust them to keep their word. And I especially don’t trust them to stick around. If you are a man, then you already have that fact going against you. It’s not that I don’t trust every man. In fact, there are a lot of good men in my life, especially in my family and at church. But overall, men have only ever seemed to bring me pain---including the good men in my life---and I’ve gotten to the point where I expect pain from them…so how could I possibly trust them? And why should I when none of them have even attempted to prove me wrong?

It’s funny how a few bad childhood experiences can embed themselves so deeply into your heart and mind that they end up controlling your thoughts and actions without you even realizing it. When I was a child, my dad left. No, he didn’t skip town or run off with another woman. But he did move out. And he and my mom split up. They just gave up, really. And even though I later moved in with my dad and had him there supporting me---being a WONDERFUL father---that still doesn’t change the fact that he left our family. And my parent’s act of divorce, it left me with a sense of worthlessness. All I knew was that I alone---and my well-being---was not a good enough reason for them to stay together. So with that experience, I began to accept my dad’s sudden absence and seeming rejection as a truth for all men: A man’s word or commitment guarantees nothing. No matter what he says, he will eventually lose interest in you and he will eventually leave. If he dates you, he’s just going to break up with you. And if you’re lucky enough to find a man who wants to marry you, he’ll still leave you some day. You of course won’t know when. It could even be 18 years down the road like it was with my parents, but he’ll leave nonetheless. A man will never value or love me enough to stay.

What a horrible and hopeless lie to believe. It’s been engrained in me for half my life and I’ve barely even noticed it’s there. It’s driven my thoughts and actions to the point where I let fear drive my relationships, not love. And the greatest tragedy in all of this is the detriment it’s caused to my relationship with God. When we’re children, we think concretely. Our belief of God is essentially determined by the authoritative people in our lives, particularly our parents. I think if we were all to compare our relationship with God to our relationship with our parents, we’d probably find remarkably familiar similarities. So what lies about God do I tend to believe? That He’ll leave me. That I can’t trust Him to always be there. That I can’t approach him out of anger or sadness. That my needs are a burden and annoyance to Him. That I am of little value to Him.

But in all this, there is hope. “When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a [wo]man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.” (1 Corinthians 13:11-12). I am no longer a child. I no longer have to think concretely. And the best part of all is that who the people that have hurt me are and what they have done is NOT who God is and is NOT what God has done nor will do. God is exactly who says He is and will always do exactly what He says He’s going to do. He never changes. “Be strong and courageous,” he says. “Do not be afraid or terrified because of them” he says. For the LORD your God goes with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you.” (Deuteronomy 31:6).

No matter how many men in my life forsake me and abandon me, my God will not. And no matter how little those men value me, the worth they ascribe to me does not determine my value. Though they barely know me and consider me worth mere nickels and dimes, my God knows me fully and has bought and paid for me with His very life. Though they do not pursue me, my God came down to earth to pursue me. He lived and suffered a human life. He was mocked, rejected, beaten, and crucified for my sake. And He did this all willingly because He loves me, wants to redeem me, declare me holy and righteous. “For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.” (Mark 10:45).

So maybe men can’t be trusted. But of I’m honest, neither can I. Because I’m a sinner. Just as they disappoint and hurt others, so will I. But out of all this, I do know one thing for certain: my God CAN be trusted. And the more I know Him and love Him, the more I will become like Him. And the more I become like Him, the more trustworthy I will become and the more forgiving I will become of those who aren’t. So as for now, I choose to trust what God says over what man says and does. And instead of growing bitter and untrusting of men, I will instead choose to forgive and trust even when they don’t deserve it. I will choose to respect them, even when they don't love or respect me. I will let them lead, because it is what God has designed them to do. And I will pray that God will let me see them through His eyes, and love them as He has loved me.

It’s funny that I should even be writing any of this, a mere day after essentially being dumped. I have cried, and I should still be crying, but I have in turn been filled with a joy and peace that can only come from God. He knows me fully and loves me deeply, both because of who I am and in spite of who I am. But I, I only know Him in part, and I only see Him in part…and I am already overwhelmed by His goodness and mercy. I simply can not wait until the day that I will get to see Him face to face and truly know Him in all His glory. His love is far greater than any love I have known or ever will know, and with that I am fully content.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Do Not Judge, Or You Too Will Be Judged

It wasn't long ago that the most quoted verse in the Bible was John 3:16. "For God so loved the world," it says, "that he gave his one and only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." What a beautiful verse. What a message---of hope, love, and salvation. If everyone in the world were to hear and know just one verse in the Bible, may that be it. And yet this verse that gives us such hope is no longer the most quoted verse in the Bible. Wanna know what is? Matthew 7:1. Do you know it? It says, "Do not judge, or you too will be judged." How sad that this has taken place of the Gospel. How sad that so many perceive this verse as a necessary weapon to ward off Christians, or to label them as a whole. And how sad that so many Christians deem it so important to prove that they're not judgemental and in turn sacrifice the Gospel to do so.

This last Summer I went on a missions trip to Chicago with the youth group, and of all my time there there is one event that I will never forget. We were all split into groups one afternoon and sent out into the city on a mission in which we had to find a meal with only $2 to spend. We were also supposed to go around in our designated neighborhood and ask the people there their thoughts about it. My kids and I were assigned to Lakeside, a predominantly homosexual neighborhood, and we were assigned the day before pride week began nonetheless. As we were walking down the street we met a man named Rod. By "met" I suppose I probably mean more of "stumbled upon" as it was midafternoon and he was already totally and completely wasted. He stopped us to ask if we knew where the hospital was. Being visitors we of course did not, and he began to walk on. But as he walked on he also began to wander into the street, into traffic, and this struck concern into us. This guy was drunk and was probably going to get hit by a car. So we called him back to us and started talking to him while Doug, one of our pastors, called around to different shelters to see if Rod could stay somewhere until he slept off the booze.

The amazing thing about drunkenness is that if someone has enough booze in them, they'll tell you ANYTHING. With a little prodding, Rod began to tell us about himself. He was visiting from Phoenix and staying with a guy he met online. However, with him being drunk he didn't remember where he was actually staying and he kept saying he couldn't call anyone because the phone in his pocket wasn't his. The more he talked, the more he spilled, and it wasn't long before his insecurities came bursting forth. He starting talking---nearly crying---about how he was old (only 27) and fat (not really), and no man would ever love him, and how much he just wanted to die. He told us about how his older brother used to molest him and how his parents had essentially disowned him because of his homosexual lifestyle. He told us that just earlier that day someone had come up to him and told him he was an abomination and that he was going to hell. And this, my friends, is where things began to change in the interaction.

Throughout his story he kept intermittently asking us why we were helping him. He didn't understand it. Everyone else walked right past him or ran away scared, yet there we were talking to him, trying to keep him from wandering off and getting hurt. He was amazed by this. But then THE question came that turned things around. After he had told us about the people who called him an abomination, he asked me if I myself thought homosexuality is a sin. I answered with hesitation, but also with honesty, and said "Well, I do believe it's a sin." He immediately shut down. "I don't like you anymore," he said. "You need to go to church. Go away." And he repeated this several times. I kept asking him why he didn't like me anymore. After all, I liked him. And I tried to explain to him that I believe pride is a sin too, and murder, and lust, and so on. I tried to explain that we're all sinners and to tell him of God's love for all of us. But he just didn't want to talk to me anymore. So he walked off. But he didn't get very far, because as he was going down the sidewalk he stumbled against an open gate and fell down with a crash, disappearing from view as he fell into someone's yard. We ran to help him up, took the liquor from his hand and dumped it out, and stayed with him while Doug continued to find a place for him to go. We didn't really get anywhere from there, and eventually we had to send him off with a policeman for the sake of his own safety. He probably hated us for that, but I hope he understands someday. And I hope one day he'll realize how much God loves him.

This experience spoke loudly to me of Matthew 7:1, of the misconception that is often held concerning the words "Do not judge, or you too will be judged." There is a vast difference between being judgemental and judging something as being right or wrong, and a lot of people tend to confuse the two. It is not wrong to call something that God declares to be a sin, a sin. It is, however, wrong to declare it out of pride, with the belief that you are better than them because of the sin they committed. I can honestly say that when I told Rod homosexuality is a sin, it was not done with pride but out of love. I do not think I am better than Rod. I feel for him. If I were him, had lived his life, and had gone through the terrible things that he's gone through, I would probably struggle with the same things.

Rod, like many people, automatically judged a statement of truth to be a judgemental statement. He believed me to be judgemental because I said it. But really, he reacted so strongly and negatively to it because of the guilt that it made him feel. No one wants to feel guilty. No one likes to feel guilty. But when sin is in our lives, we all need to feel guilty, because we need repentence and redemption from that sin. That guilt is the working of the Holy Spirit to lead us to Him. This is why I honestly believe that me telling him that homosexuality is a sin was a loving thing to do, despite the fact that it was perceived as judgemental. Rod believes that his sexuality is his identity. Being gay is "who he is." Society condones his sin. It encourages him to embrace it. To not be ashamed of it. To continue in a lifestyle that is clearly destroying him. People think they're doing good by condoning homosexuality and accepting people for "who they are." The problem is that that is not who they are, and condoning it is not what's best for them. Condoning sin does not offer them healing, it just pushes them deeper into a lifestyle that is harming them.

Now if I were to just go around telling people that there is sin in their lives---pointing out condemnation without hope---then that too would do not good and in it itself is not a loving thing to do. Because whenever we point out sin we must also point out the grace that is given to us through the blood of Jesus Christ. So is Rod's homosexual lifestyle a sin? Yes. And is it okay to tell him that? If you truly care for him and are seeking to offer hope, then yes. But remember that Rod is also not just a gay man. He is so much more and doesn't even know it. He is a man who is created in the image of God and loved completely and wholly by God. Christ died to save him, and if Rod were the only person alive on this earth, God still would have layed down His life for him so that he would be made righteous, so that he could be healed and made whole, so that he could live eternally with Christ. So whenever you come across someone whose actions or beliefs you disapprove of, remember that just as Christ died for you and me (who by the way are also SINNERS), he also died for the homosexual, the adulterer, the murderer, the terrorist. He died for the Muslim and the Jew, the Hindu and the Buddhist. Christ died for all of us, but we are also each responsible for accepting that free gift of salvation, and sometimes the first step to leading a person to that point is to point out sin...to declare the very law that Christ himself died to set us free from---because we need to know that we need to be saved from it.

So if you are a Christian and reading this, I beg of you not to shy away from taking a stance on these things. Don't shy away from speaking God's truth into the lives of others just because you are afraid of being labeled as "judgemental." As a Christian you are called to love in spite of sin, but you are also called to judge what is right from what is wrong and to keep others accountable for their actions. And remember that sometimes you are doing far worse when you say nothing at all than you would be if you were to say something that might be perceived wrongly. After all, it's not about you. It's not about what people think of you. It's about loving God and loving others. And sometimes (though not in all circumstances) the most loving thing you can do for a person is to tell them exactly what they don't want to hear...because when it concerns the Gospel, it's what they need to hear.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

January in Pictures


Snow, snow, and more snow!

And I couldn't forget a picture of Tiger! Can you see the longing in his eyes to go outside?


A visit to the Hlad farm and PUPPIES!



Bowling with Rachel. Would you believe we both actually broke 100?


I've been waiting for months for this girl to heal up from her torn ACL so we can play racquetball. At last, the time came in January!



One of the few times we had youth group in January due to weather. This game we call "Spin the Bottle." We lure them in the with the title, making them think they'll be kissing at youth group, and then we slam them with a water-filled 2-liter. In spite of the pain it causes, the kids LOVE it.


I just love these girls.


Birthday lunch with some of my Sunday School girls. Love them too!


No, your eyes do not deceive you. That is indeed a boy. A very handsome, kind-hearted, amazing boy at that. And yes, this is indeed a date! Who thought it was possible?

And last, but certainly not least, the highlight of January. A highlight of my life, actually. On the amazing date pictured above, I got to pet and feed a real, live RHINO!!! An opportunity so exciting that I never even thought to put it on my bucket list! I just love the little surprises life throws at us.

Monday, February 14, 2011

A Valentine's Music Monday

I haven't done a Music Monday in a while, but I figured since it's Valentine's Day why not celebrate with some sweet and heart-meltingly romantic music?

First up is Atley Black. If you've never heard of her, don't worry. You're not uncool. She's the wife of the best friend of a friend of my brother and she just happens to be extremely talented. A couple weeks ago we had the family over to celebrate my birthday and we all gathered around the TV in the living room to watch some of her stuff on YouTube. A couple of her songs brought my grandparents to tears. It was the sweetest thing I've ever seen. We'd listen to a song and my grandparents would say, "Aww. I think that should be our song!" and then we'd listen to another one and they'd hug each other and say, "That should be our song too!" It was adorable. :-)

So here I give you Atley Black. If you want to hear more, you can visit her YouTube channel here or her Myspace page here. It's some good stuff. Trust me.





And here's one of my fave music videos of all time as well for your viewing pleasure. It's stop motion at it's finest!



And last, because this is the blog of a spinster-in-training, I couldn't resist some sort of traditional Valentine's Day rant. But instead of ranting away myself, I'm just going to let this hilarious video do the talking for me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to embark on this endeavor at least a dozen times throughout my life. So for all my single peeps out there, this is for you!

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Crazy Cat Lady


My Mom gave me this adorable mug last night after having apparently cleaned out a hallmark store that was going out of business. If you know my mom, then you know that she can sniff out a sale from 500 miles away. She's a purebred shopping bloodhound. And even though she'll spend money on something that she neither needs or really ever wanted, she still is somehow able to reason that she has actually "saved" money. We don't try to reason with her anymore...we just let her shop.

Anyways...it's cute, right? It's perfect for me, seeing as how I am a librarian/cat lover/spinster in training. Speaking of cats...have I ever mentioned my cat Tiger?




The saddest part about this adorable mug, though, is that somebody else has already given me one. Yes, the exact same mug. Is it a bad sign when not one, but TWO people automatically think of you when they see the words "Crazy Cat Lady" scrolled across a mug?


I think this whole spinster persona is getting a little out of hand...

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

PETA Would Not Be Proud...

I just can't get enough of these two videos. I know I shouldn't laugh at cats getting hurt (Forgive me, PETA), especially when I'm such a huge cat person, but seriously...these are hilarious. I've probably watched each one twenty times, and yes, I'll be watching them even more, I'm sure. I hope you get as much of a giggle out of these as I do!