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Interests: My desire to love, serve and glorify my Saviour is the most important thing. That which follows is not quite as important, but interesting nonetheless. I like cooking, baking (especially cookies!), writing, reading, daydreaming, talking, walking around barefoot, wearing pajamas, complaining, debating, chocolate, randomness, direct questions, gray, rainy days, coffee, and Mexico.
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Tuesday, August 28, 2007

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Thursday, June 14, 2007

Mirrors & Smoke

I don't post lyrics to songs very often, but I really like this song. It's a duet, man and woman. It's a clear (as clear as it can be..) picture of the unspoken things in love between a man and a woman.

 

Mirrors & Smoke

by Jars of Clay

I'm feeling older than my years, I'm feeling pain inside my chest.
You know it's love that keeps me silent, it's my silence you detest.
Rivers flow into the ocean, and oceans never fill,
I want to kiss your lips but I know I never will.

Love's a hard decision to risk impending choke,
So my love will keep you wishing,
and my heart will keep me broke.

I give you flowers, give you candy to even out the guilt.
I send you greeting cards with messages that I could never write.
Rivers flow into the oceans, and oceans never fill,
I want to let you know me, but I know I never will.

Love's a contradiction made of mirrors and smoke,
So my love will keep you wishing,
and my heart it makes me broke.

You will always want me, and I'll always want to leave.
Even though I cut your wounds, you still deny they're real.
Rivers flow into the oceans, and oceans never fill,
I want to lay my life down, but I know you never will.

Love's a strange condition with all the doubts it can invoke,
Your love keeps me wishing, and my heart it keeps me broke.

Baby, don't you cry 'cause I got it all figure out.
You'll always make me sad, but that's what true love is all about.
Rivers never fill the oceans, but oceans always feel...
The waters reaching deep inside them, I guess they always will.

Loves a constant mission, truer words were never spoke,
So my love will keep you wishin' and my heart will keep me broke...

..keeps me wishing, my heart it makes me broke....mirrors and smoke.

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Saturday, May 26, 2007

Ouch

This week my cousin was killed. Not from old age, or a car accident, or a falling rock. In some ways, I think it would be easier to deal with if he had been killed in a different way. But he was beaten to death (ironically) with a copper rod he had stolen because he didn’t have the money he owed.

After his death, I realized something. I really love my family. Even the ones who occasionally annoy me or who I don’t know very well. It doesn’t matter; I love them fiercely anyway.

And now my cousin is gone. He was the oldest of our band of cousins. He paved the way for all the rest of us. For me, anyway, he mostly just taught me what not to do in life. I suppose, that through his death, I have also learned how important it is to make the right decisions in life. If not… well, the end isn’t very pretty.

I never thought I’d be so upset about his death. Of course, I never imagined him dying, but I don’t even remember being this upset when my gandfather died. It’s probably because of the way it happened. I can be pretty hard sometimes, but this situation broke me.

I keep picturing the situation in my head, over and over again. My cousin was a big guy (and tough, too), there’s no way he would’ve gone down easily. Why didn’t he fight harder? Why did he start using drugs again? He’d been doing better. He was cleaning his life up. So what happened?

He has a little boy, too. Now, because of my cousin’s decisions, Caden will grow up without his father. If only our actions didn’t affect others so much… And what about the man who killed him? It’s so silly, fighting about such a petty thing. I don’t think his problems were solved by killing my cousin. They’ve only begun.

It’s been a hard year for my family. It hasn’t been a year yet since my grandpa died, and now this terrible thing. I know my family is tough, but this sure isn’t easy. My heart breaks for them.

I know I don’t know my family very well and most likely never will. But I have realized how much I love this family of mine.


Sunday, April 22, 2007

Feminism vs Womanhood

What would you say if I told you that I want to get married and have five or six kids someday? Would you think, “That girl is insane! Why would she want to ruin her life like that?” or would you think, “Wow, now there is a girl who has come to terms with being a woman in an anti-woman world”?

            I used this line as the opening hook in my third speech in my public speaking class this semester. Believe me, it got people’s attention. But the issue of my speech was addressed in the first two sentences that came out of my mouth. This idea of feminism has changed the way people think about things in life; namely, marriage, family, and career.

            I will maintain that women have not been liberated by feminism. In fact, is has hurt and hindered them in several ways.

            Why is the topic of feminism relevant to all people? Women are affected because this issue deals with them directly. Of course, anything that affects women is also going to affect men, because they are, after all, human beings and the actions of one human being can often affect the actions of another. Therefore, the waves of feminism wash over all people (whether they realize it or not.)

            Has feminism truly liberated women?  Or are they able to be as independent in the home as well as in the workplace? What has been gained? More importantly, what has been lost? Many, many questions. Where (and what) are the answers?

            First let us deal with liberation in the workforce. Have women been liberated by joiing the workplace?

 The feminist idea is that women ought to have a career because, as Betty Friedan of The Feminine Mystique suggests, women are not able to be self-fulfilled unless they are living their lives for themselves. (Of course this thought is very selfish and rather ridiculous, but that is another argument.) I must question this thought of liberation, however. Call me dense, but I do not see how women are liberated in any fashion by having a job.

In his article “Feminism, the Boy and the Machine, Wendell Berry addresses the issue of liberation in working. He writes, “And the oppressiveness of some of this office work defies belief. Edward Mendelson (in the New Republic, February 22, 1988) speaks of ‘the office worker whose computer keystrokes are monitored by the central computer in the personnel office, and who will be fired if the keystrokes-per-minute figure doesn’t match the corporate quota.’ (Mr. Mendelson does not say what form of drudgery this worker is being saved from.)And what are we to say of the diversely skilled country housewife who now bores the same six holes day after day on an assembly line? What higher form of womanhood or humanity is she consenting to evolving toward?”

Tell me, how is having a career helping womanhood to advance? Berry later suggests in his article that men certainly have not been improved by it, so women can hardly expect to be. How can we subject ourselves to a boss when we can rule in the home?

Second, men cannot do what women do better than woman can do it, so can we (as women) expect to do what men can do better than men can do it?

I think not; it does not logically follow. Curses on the man who says he can do what I do better than I! There is no way he could take my place and role and fulfill it wholly. Likewise, I would not expect to be able to be as a man and do what he does well.

Women have perfected the art of homemaking. Is it fair or right for us to take away from men what they have perfected? Certainly men ought to be considered as well; it is only right.

            Let me pause from my argument for a moment and interject that I do not necessarily think that it is wrong for women to work or have a career. At times, it is necessary and beneficial for a woman to work. My point is merely that women must not look down upon taking care of a home; they should not see it as a life and job without honor and esteem. I am afraid that far too often a life of raising one’s children and staying home is looked at as a lower form of life than having a career. Ironically, thirty or forty years ago, this was opposite.

            There is no either/or logic here. It is good for a woman to stay home and it also can be good for a woman to work. It should not be at the neglect of her family nor should homemaking be looked at as an unsuccessful way of living, but working women are not inherently wrong.

            Third, I will return to the topic of men. What has feminism done, if anything, to men?

Most importantly, there must be a recognized difference between men and women. Feminism has attempted much to erase the lines between man and woman, male and female. However, no matter how hard they try, men are different from women and women are different from men. And guess what? This is ok! Not only is it ok, but it is the way we were created and formed.

            In her article, “Stop Feminizing Our Boys—Our Schools Are Suffering,” Jill Parkin writes that she firmly believes even schools are beginning to erase the lines between sexes. She believes that curriculums are geared more towards girls and do not challenge and inspire boys they way they ought. As a result, not as many boys are pursuing education beyond high school. The girls are, however, because the curriculum is put together in such a way that they learn well and are therefore encouraged and inspired to continue their education. Boys learn differently than girls (as is only natural) and ought to be taught in a such a way that inspires them to pursue learning. In order for boys to become true men, this difference between sexes must be recognized. If it is not, then they will end up even more confused about their roles in life.

In some ways, feminism has helped men. If the wife is working, there will be more money in the family. This could cause the husband to think that he does not need to work as hard. It could also cause the husband to feel as if his role and job are threatened because no longer is he the one providing for his family. It also could cause him to not work as hard at his job because there are so many women eager to climb the corporate ladder. Less work is better, right?

However, men can be hurt further by feminism. No longer will they be coming back to a happy home and dinner, for the wife will be just as tired as he, and far too exhausted to be sensitive to his needs. Once again, I am not saying that this is always the case, merely that it could very well be so. Women working and running a home can be done very successfully.

For example, the house in which I live is such a case. Both parents work. Not only does the wife have a successful career as a doctor, but she also runs her home with great success. She works four days a week during the hours her girls are in school. Whenever they are home, so is she. A successful life with work and family is possible.

Finally, how can these questions be answered and the problems solved? The first thing that woman can do is see that there is honor and esteem in such a thing as homemaking. The home is the woman’s domain and there is nothing wrong with thinking so. Staying home is every bit as hard and rewarding as a job outside of the home. It is not a 9-5 job; instead, it is 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Raising the next generation and being a helpmeet to one’s husband is a honorable, challenging task.

In her book To Hell With All That: Loving and Loathing our Inner Housewife, Caitlin Flanagan suggests the outrageous idea that perhaps some marriages are not successful because both husband and wife are so tired and weary from working that neither one of  them has any energy to devote to the marriage. Perhaps if hours were cut down, or one decided to work from home, or more of an effort was made to solve problems, the number of unsuccessful marriages would change.

Furthermore, Robert Bly writes in his book Iron John, “Some say, ‘Well, let’s just be human, and not talk about masculine or feminine at all.’ People who say that imagine they are occupying the moral high ground. I say that we have to be a little gentle here, and allow the word masculine and the word feminine to be spoken, and not be afraid that some moral carpenter will make boxes of those words and imprison us in them. We are all afraid of boxes, and rightly so.” He goes on to mention that naming the characteristic of masculine traits and feminine traits are not such awful things as we think. Men and women have different traits and characteristics and, therefore, different roles. If  we do not realize this than we will never be able to strive towards change.

Women have not been liberated by feminism. Instead, it has only caused them to think that there is no honor or independence in keeping a home. This has hurt the family and marriage and the role of manhood and womanhood.

I want to married and have a family someday. I also want to be a journalist. I am certain that I can do both with success and femininity. Let it not be said that I am not a true woman!


Thursday, April 12, 2007

My Desire for God

        Disclaimer: CTW people, close your eyes and wait to read the rest of this in the church newsletter.   


        As always, when I am unsure of what to write or say, I fall back on something that I know and love—Mexico. God taught me so many important lessons while I was there that I have plenty of things that I can dig up and discuss when I need a topic. Honestly, the most important lesson I learned there was to be uncomfortable, and how being uncomfortable drives me to the Lord. When I came home, I began to learn that it was equally important to be driven to the Lord even when things are comfortable.

            When I say discomfort, I do not only mean physical discomfort (although this certainly is a means of being driven to the Lord), but also emotional and spiritual discomfort. I was in a place where I had few friends and no family. I could not understand the sermons, so I was being tried spiritually. I was tired. There was dust on everything and in everything. I wanted to go home.

            And yet, because of these circumstances, I learned to rely on and enjoy the Lord in a way that I had never done so before. He became my rest, my friend, my family, my home. Looking back, if my circumstances had not been so trying, I know that I would not have turned to the Lord in the same way.

I needed things to be hard so that I would realize how much I need Him.

 But things are not always hard. Not every step in life brings a challenge. Now, in the States, things are not difficult for me in the same way (although each day seems to bring its own struggles). I find things to be very comfortable and cushiony here in Toledo (there is a lot less dust here). And it has been a struggle for me to lean on the Lord as I was doing before. St. Augustine describes the situation beautifully:

 

I was astonished that although I now loved you…I did not persist in enjoyment of my God. Your beauty drew me to you, but soon I was dragged away from you by my own weight and in dismay I plunged again into the things of this world…as though I had sensed the fragrance of the fare but was not yet able to eat it.

 

I found the above quote in John Piper’s book When I Don’t Desire God. Fortunately, as Piper continues, that is not the end of things. He writes, “Now there was only one hope, the sovereign grace of God. God would have to transform my heart to do what a heart cannot make itself do, namely, want what it ought to want. Only God can make the depraved heart desire God.” (Italics mine.)

Wow! And here I am, trying to do everything on my own. The moment that I—that we all—grasp the concept that God is the one who makes my heart desire Him will be the moment that my heart finds rest in God, no matter whether or not things are uncomfortable or comfortable.

God can transform a heart, no matter its circumstances, to long after and desire Him. As Psalm 62:5 states, “For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from Him.” There is hope. Our hope is God alone!





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