Tuesday poetry (and sometimes prose): C.S. Lewis quote

Posted by : Deanna

Grrrrr…..This is a lot harder than I thought it would be.  I could claim that I was busy all last week, (which is true by the way.) but I really was just being a flake. I’m sorry.

Alrighty then. This is an excerpt from C.S Lewis’ book Mere Christianity. I have yet to read the whole thing, but I love what I have read. He has such a way of putting things that just really makes me think.

…Even the best Christian that ever lived is not acting on his own steam- he is only nourishing or protecting a life he could never have acquired by his own efforts. And that has practical consequences. As long as the natural life is in your body, it will do a lot towards repairing that body. Cut it, and up to a point it will heal, as a dead body would not. A live body is not one that never gets hurt, but one that can to some extent repair itself. In the same way, a Christian is not a man who never goes wrong, but a man who is enabled to repent and pick himself up and begin over again after each stumble- because the Christ-life is inside him, repairing him all the time, enabling him to repeat (in some degree) the kind of voluntary death which Christ himself carried out.
That is why the Christian is in a different position from other people who are trying to be good. They hope, by being good, to please God if there is one; or -if they think there is not- at least they hope to deserve approval from good men. But the Christian thinks any good he does comes from the Christ-life inside him. He does not think God will love us because we are good, but that God will make us good because he loves us; just as the roof of a greenhouse does not attract the sun because it is bright, but becomes bright because the sun shines on it.

I love reading deep thoughtful stuff that he writes. I recently read “A Grief Observed”, and it really was some food for thought. I haven’t quite processed it all, and most likely I’ll read it again today or tomorrow. It was very thought provoking to read through someone else’s deep sorrow like that. I wish I could have read it when my little sister Sarah was stillborn. I think it would have helped.  Maybe next week I’ll post an excerpt from that.

An open letter to working moms

Dear Working Mom,

I see you nearly every time I’m out with my children.  Sometimes you are very young, sometimes you look older.  You might look happy one day and tired or stressed the next.  You are different every time I meet you, but you say the same thing to me nearly every time:  “You’re so lucky.  I wish I could stay home with my children but I just can’t afford it.”

Usually I smile and agree that I am blessed, but quite honestly  I’d like to challenge you.  You say you can’t afford to stay home.  Maybe you can if you’re willing to make some changes.

  • Will you trade in your 2 year old car for a 13 year old mini van?  The side door might not work very well.  Yes, it will break down occasionally on your way to the kids’ dental checkups, but that’s ok.  Your dentist will understand.  Do plan to change a flat every now and then, since you might be driving on older tires.
  • Will you buy your clothes at thrift stores from now on?  I know your clothes aren’t terribly expensive now, but even inexpensive clothes add up when you buy them new.  No, you won’t always be able to wear exactly what you want, but you might find that it’s not such a big deal if you’re spending most of your time at home.  Your kids won’t make fun of your fashion sense.  Well, not unless they’re teens.  Then I can’t vouch for them.
  • You might have to reconsider cable TV.  Anyway, the last thing you need is to watch the average 5 hours/day of TV.  Too much of it is about working moms driving late model cars and wearing all those clothes you won’t be buying.
  • Something as simple as grabbing pizza on Friday night might become a financial decision, carefully weighed out.
  • Your children should expect some changes too.  Ballet lessons, karate lessons, and sports might go on the chopping block.  They might be among the sad minority that does not possess a laptop or cell phone.  They might never visit Disneyland.  Summer camp might even be crossed off the calendar.  Don’t let the guilt get to you.  Just like adults, children are not entitled to all the best in life.   Children need to understand that these things are extras.  They are wants, not needs.  The sooner your children know this, the happier they will be.
  • Would you be willing to sell your house?  If you’re serious about wanting to stay home with your children, this might be what it takes.  Are you willing to live in a smaller, older home, in a lower priced neighborhood?

To sum it up, are you willing to give up a middle class lifestyle?  I know you’re not rich now, but you could get by on less if you really had to.   Is staying home with your children worth that much to you?

I realize that not every situation is the same.  You might be a single mom, struggling just to keep the electric on.  Some churches would help you, but you might not be in that sort of church.

You might be willing to make all the lifestyle changes that would enable you to stay home but your husband insists that you work.

Maybe your husband is disabled, and truly can’t support the family.

Maybe you have other truly extenuating circumstances.

Or maybe you didn’t really mean that you’d love to do it.  Maybe you just meant it might be kinda nice, if you didn’t have to give up any of your current creature comforts.

But maybe, just maybe you really never thought of it this way and now you realize that you can afford to stay home.  Will you do it?

On Farewells

Posted By: Deanna

It seems like there has been a lot of leaving in my life lately, both new friends and old moving on in their own lives, and it has been a humbling experience for me to realize how important I’m not. Anyway, I have been trying to write a farewell poem for a long time, and I think I finally have.

Why must you leave me my friend?

I know separation does not mean the end,

and maybe when the west wind tall grasses bend,

you will remember me.

Don’t mind my sad tears, dear companion.

It’s not that I think you intend to forget…

and maybe when Zephyr sings through the canyon,

will you remember me?

I do not love a painful leavetaking,

and I promise you won’t see how my heart is breaking.

But by the west wind I’ll send a message so true,

listen, he’ll whisper…”I remember you.”

Happy birthday, Sarah.

Happy birthday, Sarah.  It’s been 6 years since you were born into glory.

Your birthdays aren’t sad days for me, but they are thoughtful days.  My quiet thoughts have been drifting toward you for the past weeks leading up to today.

You were the only child we named before birth, because you were the only one whose gender we knew ahead of time.  We decided to name you Sarah – princess – because it was a favorite name of all your sisters.  When they played dress-up and pretended to be princesses, one of them was always named Sarah.

I wonder what you would look like if you were here with us today.

I wish I had taken some photos of you when you were born.

I’m glad my mom asked to hold you when I was unsure at first whether I should hold you.

I wish I had let the ultrasound technician try a little longer before I said that was good enough, because the one photo I have of you at 20 weeks gestation really doesn’t show much.

Mostly I just look forward to meeting you again someday.

Happy birthday, sweet princess.

Kim, mother of 10 children with names, and 2 more without.

Poems

I like poetry. I like reading it and I like writing it. Recently I have posted a few of my poems to facebook, and I have been greatly encouraged by the applause I have received from my friends, so I decided to share it with y’all.

Summer Breezes

summer breezes slip softly through the tall grasses,
I breathe in the heated air,
Almost feeling secrets whispered
as the velvet zephyr passes.
my soul resonates with the music ruffling my hair
I could almost dance,
but instead I write.

——

Sands of Time

I walk along the sands of time,
feel the music floating past.
stars above me
moon behind me
fire inside me.
I wish that I could change the past,
erase the footprints in the sand.
forever gone
forever made
the die is cast
and all things fade.

—–

Moonbeams

Silver-blue and exquisite
they pour from a summer sky
drowning the night with a heady perfume
daring me to fly
soaking the world in their milky light
the moonbeams slip softly down
I can almost taste them,
but instead I write.

-Deanna

This takes my breath away…

…and not in a good way.

This is the best explanation of why the bailouts are doing damage to our money supply that I have seen.

“Be assured that it gives much more pain to the mind to be in debt, than to do without any article whatever which we may seem to want.”Thomas Jefferson, Letter to his daughter Martha (14 June 1787)

 

If green were outlawed…

Posted by: Deanna

If green were outlawed, obviously St Patrick’s day would be ruined, and some people would be rather heartbroken. But what if they went so far as to outlaw all green, even grass, trees, or vegetables? It would ruin the landscapes, and of course they would have to do away with flowers too, because flowers have green stems and leaves, right?

So imagine, no flowers, no grass, no salad, nothing but a ragged tyranny of barren trees, bushes, and stubble. There would be no hedges, no shrubs. Brides would have to have bouquets of sticks, or none at all.

I wonder if there would be an oxygen shortage? If there were, I have no doubt that certain people would use that as an excuse to promote abortion even more than they already do, because obviously it’s blatantly irresponsible to have kids when there’s an air shortage! Never mind that the problem could be fixed in a few months or less.

But even if there weren’t any problems with the air (My Mom thinks that the plant life in the ocean would probably keep us going) what an ugly world it would be! With all the gardens gone, all the trees stripped, all the grass either dyed, or sheared. In trying to improve on God’s design we would be perverting it.

Although even if this happened, I’m inclined to believe that every spring the baby leaflets and the tiny blades of grass that sprout regardless of the merciless poisons and mowers would laugh in the face of the arrogant fools that dared to try to correct God.

This post is part of this week’s Homeschool Kids Write project. Go see more!

beyond modesty there is…

…courtesy.

I found an article on the American Thinker that is well worth a read.  The authors explore a personal theory of mine, tolkien1namely the reduction of formality, style and modesty in our society is inversely proportionate to the amount of selfishness that surrounds us.

For example, adult men wearing baseball caps backwards and indoors, failure to comb their hair properly, and wearing dress shirts outside of their trousers. Adult women showing inappropriate bare skin, undergarments, tattoos in an office setting or in public. And we will  politely dance around those with enormous (as the British would say) “sit-upons” crammed into tight jeans. In the United States, there is a general lack of respect and civility for other people. We convey that by how we dress.

We are a selfish people therefore we refuse to dress for others.

Take a moment to read “Why is Dressing Down the New Dressing Up?”

HT: The Aesthetic Traditionalist – for link and image

This is why I blog

I was looking for a recipe on my blog this morning and stumbled across an old post.  While I was reading it, I realized something.  I blog because if I didn’t, we would never remember stuff like this and this.  One of the benefits of having a short memory is that I get to laugh anew at all the old stuff because I have almost no recollection of it happening.  It’s like reading stories from somebody else’s life.

you know you are loved when….

you open your lunch to find…

a homemade personal size pizza and a the last of someone’s personal stash of skittles.

thanks gals you made me smile today.