Haha! Actually, we were part of the exclusive guest list for a surprise celebration honoring our friend, Julie, who turned very old this year. Thus, we were all instructed to arrive at the gathering looking “very, very old.” (However you don’t quite get the full effect of my outfit since you can’t see the pastel striped socks that overlap the bottom of my slightly-too-short sweatpants…)

Julie was quite surprised and more than a little amused by the eccentric-looking crew that greeted her at the bottom of the stairs!

However, she wasted no time donning the garb that was provided for her, and seemed quite comfortable making the transition to her new very old age. Ah, the things we have to look forward to in the years to come…

In other news, I have been debating whether or not to keep posting to this blog, since I’ve launched the Pajama School Blog and have been posting some things there that otherwise might have ended up on here. The issue is not yet settled decisively one way or another, so for now I’m planning to keep this blog going and I may even try to post more frequently than once a quarter!

1. So, it turns out that there aren’t enough interesting things about me to fill up 25 spots, so I’m embedding in the list below a random item of interest about each member of my immediate family. Can you identify which items should not be attributed to me? Extra points if you can identify the family member to which they should be attributed!

2. I used to turn the stove burners on until they became red hot and then light paper towels on fire and quickly throw them into a prepared cup of water before the fire reached my fingers.

3. One of my parents’ former classmates served as the United States Ambassador to the United Nations.

4. During a slow political season one year, we had only one sign in our yard. When a neighbor girl asked what it was for, I convinced her that we had buried our uncle in that spot.

5. I once won a coloring contest and received a brand new bike as my prize.

6. A group of friends and I were playing around on our bunk beds at camp one year and I accidentally hit the window with my elbow and shattered the glass.

7. I love shoes and have a growing collection of over 90 pairs.

8. One morning, as I was getting ready for the day, Mom commented that I looked a little out-of-it. I promptly passed out and then tried to reassure her by saying, “It’s okay, Mom, I’m ready to die.” An ambulance arrived at our house a little while later, but I was doing considerably better and was able to continue with the day’s activities.

9. I quit eating sweets/desserts six years ago to attempt to develop more discipline in my life.

10. I received my first piano lesson at the age of two.

11. While riding in a van with a group of kids one time, I snuck under the seats in front of me and tied together the shoelaces of one of the boys. Then I laughed hysterically when he tripped and fell trying to get out of the van once we arrived at our destination.

12. I started running my own business when I was seventeen years old.

13. When I was little, I pretended that the coffee table was a diving board and I was diving into a big pool of water. Several hours later, I had a nice set of stitches where my chin used to be all one piece of flesh.

14. A couple months ago my fingers got burned pretty badly because I forgot I had turned the burner on when I tried to readjust its position on the stove top.

15. I’ve followed a regular morning workout routine since I was seven years old.

16. I once stapled my finger with a heavy duty stapler because I wanted to see if it would hurt. (It did.)

17. A practical joke backfired on several friends and me when the car into which we dumped large quantities of packing peanuts sucked them up into the engine and caused serious problems. That turned out to be the most expensive practical joke I’ve ever pulled…

18. One of my favorite travel experiences was taking a white water rafting trip through the Grand Canyon.

19. Nicole and I spent a night in my car at the back of a grocery store parking lot in San Diego because we didn’t want to pay for a hotel room.

20. Several years ago, I won an essay contest and received a new Dell computer as the prize.

21. While attempting to show off on a 4-wheeler one night, I accidentally went over the edge of a small ravine, flipped the 4-wheeler, and busted the handle bars. It took my friend and me several minutes to convince the rest of the group that we weren’t teasing them by the time we walked back across the property and relayed the story to them.

22. I ended up with an eyeful of Elmer’s glue one day when I was shaking it and peering into the uncapped bottle to figure out why the glue wouldn’t come out.

23. The first time I jumped into a mountain lake, I was completely unprepared for the frigid temperature and started hyperventilating. The lifeguard on duty had to jump in and rescue me.

24. I was once arrested and spent a night in jail for participating in a pro-life protest in which a group of people sat in the driveway, blocking access to the abortion mill.

25. I got lost when I was driving by myself one day and ended up on a deserted, unmaintained mountain road with no way to turn around. (Don’t worry, I eventually found my way back to civilization…)

So there you have it. Everything you never knew you didn’t know about me, right? Did you figure out which ones belong to other members of my family? Leave your answers below and I’ll post the answers in a few days. Have fun!

I began studying and preparing in earnest. The Bible and concordance were my constant companions as I spent hours pouring over Scripture passages, cross-referencing, jotting down notes and ideas, meditating, trying to understand the true nature of contentment and how it is attained. I considered myself a fairly content person most of the time, and tried to imagine what it would feel like to be living a wholly discontented life. What were the factors that would contribute to such a state of being? I searched desperately for answers to my questions, eager to uncover gems of truth that I could incorporate into my message and share with women who might be struggling with discontentment. Friends who were aware of my upcoming talk shared helpful resources that further enlightened me. But still, something was missing.

One of the primary truths that the Lord impressed upon my heart was gleaned from Paul’s familiar declaration in Philippians 4:11-13, “Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need. I can do all things through him who strengthens me.” Even in the midst of apparent need, Paul stated that he wasn’t in need. Far from a contradiction, he was revealing that the secret of contentment is that the sufficiency of Christ transcends any situation and grants contentment and fulfillment in the context of what is perceived as a need.

In the afore-mentioned post, I alluded to the account of Jacob in Genesis 32:24-31 when I said that I would keep wrestling until God sent me away with a blessing. Well, I think that I should have re-read the account before referencing it as an application to my situation, because I forgot a rather critical element of the story. I forgot that when the angel of God didn’t prevail over Jacob within a considerable amount of time, He supernaturally knocked Jacob’s hip out of joint, leaving him with a pronounced limp. In a similar manner for me, after several weeks, apparently God felt like it was time to end the wrestling. So He knocked my hip out of joint and gave me a limp…

As I sat having my quiet time one morning, less than two weeks before the event was to be held, I grew increasingly frustrated. I had pages and pages of notes, ideas, thoughts, Scriptures, etc., but every attempt to develop an outline into which I could incorporate all these elements was fruitless. I was expressing these frustrations in my journal, noting that the event was quickly approaching and that I needed to have an outline, and I needed to have it well in advance so that I could spend adequate time filling in the content and practicing my delivery. After writing words to this effect, I stopped short. As I re-read the freshly penned sentences, one word jumped at me from the page: need. I was telling God what I needed. Essentially, I was discontent because God was not bringing the fulfillment of my desire – the desire to have a carefully planned outline and well organized notes. Instead, the words of Paul reverberated in my mind, “Not that I am speaking of being in need…” And then came the whisper upon my heart, “I am sufficient. I am all that you need. You don’t need your notes; you need Me.”

My heart skipped a beat. Actually, I think it was more like ten beats. I was terrified. Was God really asking me to do what I thought He was? Was God asking me to go into my talk without an outline, without any notes? It was too much. I told God as much. I tried to put the horrible thought out of my mind. So God filled my mind with the image of Moses standing before Him at the burning bush, refusing to go before Pharaoh because he can’t speak well. God reminds Moses that He is the Creator of man’s mouth and will teach him what to say. “That’s nice, Lord,” I thought. “If You appeared to me in a burning bush and told me to carry Your message, I would do it in a heartbeat.” But my communication with God was far from a burning bush scenario. It was just a still, small voice whispering into my heart. How could I be sure that it was from the Lord?

Another day came and went. My heart was unyielding. What if I was mistaken? What if I didn’t use notes and then no words came when I was supposed to talk? It was more than I could bear. There was just no way that I could fill up an hour of time with a cohesive message with no notes from which to plot the course of my message. As I read Psalm 12 before going to bed that night, I was pierced, “Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men. They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak. The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things: Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips are our own: who is lord over us?” (Psalm 12:1-4) The prideful insistence that my words would be more effective than the Lord’s exposed my lack of godliness and faithfulness. I went to bed duly convicted, but not yet broken.

The next morning, I awoke in turmoil. My heart was conflicted. My desires were obviously not in harmony with God’s desires, and the discontentment I experienced was acute. Finally, I was convinced that I had heard the Lord correctly, so my approach shifted from one of unbelief to an effort to persuade Him to change His mind. It was in vain. Instead, He reminded me of 2 Corinthians 12:8-11 when Paul petitions Him to remove his “thorn in the flesh” – “For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me. And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ’s sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.” For three days I had questioned God, doubted Him, and pleaded with Him to show me another way. But He said, “My grace is sufficient for you.” And so it was that I walked away from my quiet time that third morning with a limp – a limp that would remind me continually of my utter dependence upon Jesus Christ.

The intervening days were filled with special times of learning from the Lord, enlightening insights, moments of eager anticipation quickly followed by visions of disastrous failure, reminders of promises passed down through the ages, attempts to sneak in the writing of detailed notes to organize my thoughts (which were stopped short by the Lord’s obvious disapproval), e-mail exchanges with friends who exhorted me and offered up manifold prayers on my behalf, and the realization that my desire must be to “wait only upon the Lord” and seek to please Him alone. I became more and more firm in my resolve. There was a peculiar exhilaration in walking by faith, anticipating the great things that God was going to do, and wondering how the evening would play out. At times, I imagined myself opening my mouth and God speaking forth a message of eloquent beauty. At other times, the image of myself staring at a blank podium and then running off in humiliation prevailed. But by and large, my heart was filled with a peace that far transcended my understanding. God would work all things according to the counsel of His own will. Of that I was certain.

At long last, the day arrived. January 23, 2009. A feeling of oppression assaulted me almost as soon as I got up. My quiet time was dry, and I had a hard time focusing and calming my heart. An e-mail from a friend provided important words of truth that I recalled to mind throughout the day. I did my work dutifully, but a feeling of darkness permeated my mind. As I finished getting ready and prepared to head over to the church building, I had an emotional breakdown. I got upset with Mom over something that was my fault and broke into tears. She told me to relax. But I couldn’t. Dad talked with me, asking me questions to try to discern why I was feeling and acting like this. I couldn’t explain it very well, but he did his best to understand and offer words of counsel. I was trying to be the epitome of contentment, but here I was – an emotional wreck. As I tried to get myself under control, I watched the minutes on the clock tick by. I had to leave. But I couldn’t show up with red eyes and tear-streaked mascara running down my face. Another layer of makeup attempted to conceal the emotions that raged within me. I started quoting Scripture out loud and praying for God’s protection from the enemy. I begged God to clothe me with His armor and help me stand against the wiles of the devil. I felt weaker than ever. Just before leaving, the whole family gathered around me, laid hands on me, and prayed for me. I left with Dad and Joey assuring me that they would be praying for me throughout the night.

I walked into the church building and was greeted by a roomful of women and their daughters who were busily putting the finishing touches on the decorations and making sure that everything was ready to go. I conversed casually with various people and greeted other friends as they arrived. As I spoke with the lady who had originally called me about speaking at the event, she expressed amazement that I didn’t even seem nervous. I laughed and said that if only she had seen me thirty minutes before, she would think otherwise. She told me that the whole committee had been praying for me, and that she really sensed that God’s hand was orchestrating this event. Several others expressed their eagerness at having the occasion to hear me speak. I tried to be gracious, but the pressure I felt was immense. God’s grace alone sustained me.

Soon the lights flickered on and off, signaling the commencement of the program for the evening. The room was packed with over 100 women and their daughters. I sat in my assigned seat at a front table, facing a room full of loving hearts and friendly faces. The Lord was present in our midst. His hedge of protection kept the enemy without from wreaking havoc on the events within. God would emerge the victor in this battle. I enjoyed visiting with the girls at my table while we munched on desserts and sipped hot drinks. My spirit was considerably calmer than an hour before, but I still felt on edge. After several short announcements and special music selections, I was introduced and called to the stage. Technical difficulties with the microphone gave me a few additional moments to formulate how I would begin. Eventually, with my Bible in one hand and a microphone in the other, I opened with a short prayer. I shared a relatively brief introduction to the topic of contentment, which was followed by the first act of a skit that was written to portray the image of a discontented heart. As the act concluded, I again made my way onto the stage and looked out over the sea of expectant faces.

Visions of eloquence and clear delivery were short-lived. I fumbled through sentences, repeated myself unnecessarily, and left some thoughts woefully undeveloped. Much sooner than I anticipated, I led into the second act of the skit. This act depicted the beauty of a heart that is waiting only upon the Lord. Following a wonderful performance, I resumed my position behind the black podium and delivered the remainder of the message. It was more of the same, with brief moments of clarity overwhelmed by the primarily disorganized nature of my thoughts. I had not a clue where I was going as I moved from one point to the next. Then suddenly, it was the end and the words of one of my favorite quotes were on my lips, bringing my talk to a close. This quote was the one sure thing the Lord had given me. I knew that it was to be the closing. As soon as the last word escaped my lips, I was back at my seat, utterly spent. The tears again streamed down my face as we were led in several songs of worship and then in a closing prayer.

I wanted to run and hide. The content and delivery of my talk seemed like a disaster. But in my heart I knew that God was pleased. I had believed that He would be sufficient for me. And that belief had led me to act in obedience to what He called me to do. As one after another lady came up to me and expressed in utter sincerity that the Lord had spoken to her heart through the message, I was dumbfounded. My expressions of “Praise the Lord” were never as fraught with meaning as they were that night. I couldn’t see how God could have used my jumbled presentation to touch so many hearts. Again I was compelled to greater faith, for faith is the “evidence of things not seen.” And for perhaps the first time in my life, I understood what it was for me to be nothing and God to be everything.

As I later told Mom, this whole ordeal was the second hardest experience of my life. And it was by far the most humbling. But now, by the grace of God, I can say with Paul that I have learned the secret of contentment. Not by studying it out and coming to an intellectual understanding of what it means. But by going through God’s custom-designed “school of contentment.” I have learned by experience that contentment is recognizing that our sufficiency is found in Christ alone. He is all that we truly need. And when we recognize this, we can endure the loss of anything and everything, because He will never leave us or forsake us. Indeed, though we petition God for what we think we need, we trust Him to give us what He knows we truly need (which may be the lack of the very thing that we think we need) in order to draw our hearts to Himself.

It is with a profound sense of gratitude that I praise God that he still touches His people and leaves them with a limp. For it is after the limp that the blessing comes.

“Open thou mine eyes, that I may behold wondrous things out of thy law.” Psalm 119:18

As long as I’m in a “happy new” mood, I figured I’d also announce the new Pajama School Blog! I’d love to have you stop by and check it out!

And, last but not least, we have one other exciting announcement to make. But I’m currently sworn to secrecy about it, so you’ll have to wait a little bit longer…

Pajama School – stories from the life of a homeschool graduate

Pajama School is currently in the final stages of editing. Once the edits have been implemented and the interior design completed, I will be doing a small print run and sending the book out for reviews and endorsements. If you or someone you know would be interested in receiving an Advance Review Copy for review and/or endorsement, please e-mail me for more information. Lord-willing, Pajama School will officially be released and available for purchase in March, 2009. In the meantime, you can find more information on the Pajama School website and stay up-to-date by visiting my Journey to Self-Publishing blog.

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And they that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the firmament; and they that turn many to righteousness as the stars for ever and ever.

Daniel 12:3

There is a great team of people already working on the campaign and the website I’ve been developing for him is up and running. I’ve still got some work to do on it, but feel free to stop by and check it out. Let me know if you have any thoughts or suggestions for improvement. And, as the Lord brings it to mind, please pray for these upcoming elections. May God continue to raise up godly men to serve in positions of leadership throughout our nation!