12/20/12

Too soon?

I read an article yesterday about a Thai restaurant in Austin that has closed its doors because of protests and death threats made against the owner, following his seriously crass and insensitive Facebook comment about the Sandy Hook shootings. It originally caught my attention simply because I liked that restaurant. But I was surprised that the content left me wrestling. In case you missed it, his comments included:
“I don’t care if a bunch of white kids got killed. F**k Post-Racial bullsh*t. When kids from minority groups get shot, nobody cares. When Israel launched missiles at the school on Gaza, everybody was too busy jerking off. Why should i care about people who dont give a damn about me?”

Like I said, seriously crass and insensitive, especially written hours after the event.


But.

Does anyone else recognize some truth? I was talking through similar feelings with my husband last night, who warned me that they may not be well received. However, I can't seem to shake them.


There is so much violence in the world, in America, every day. Why does this singular event get so much (well deserved) reaction, when school-age minorities in our large cities are no stranger to this type of violence? Or when a school is bombed in Israel? Or when each year, 3,000-5,000 children are killed by partial abortion? Or when each year, nearly 2 million children are exploited in the global commercial sex trade?


I know why. Because this actually seems real. The other stuff doesn't affect us that much. We can turn a blind eye and go on. But these kids were white, in suburbia. My kid is white. That could have been her school.


I'm probably callused because as an ICU and pediatric oncology nurse, I've seen more children pass away than the average person. But one thing I've learned from seeing this: there are things worse than death. At first I was concerned that I wasn't "as upset as everyone else" about the events on December 14. But then I realized, it wasn't that I wasn't upset. It's that I'm used to being upset. Now, I'm not some holy person who knows and fights all evil. But I at least try to pay attention to local, national, and global problems dealing with injustice. I try and give compassionate care to those who are hurting, through prayer, or physical, emotional, or fiscal help. It's not that I'm against people being outraged at the Sandy Hook shooting, I'm against people NOT being outraged by everything else. This whole thing has been a reminder of the power we have to fight injustices, but just don't.


So America, thank you for your recognition of injustice and evil here. Thank you for rallying to get ABC and Ty Pennington to build Sandy Hook a new school. Thank you for opening your eyes. Now, maybe, we can keep them open and look around a little.





10/22/12

Yummy chicken tortilla soup, y'all!

I have to say, I made a delicious soup the other day and decided to write it down before I forgot what I did. Makes about 8 servings. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did!


Suz’s Tortilla Soup


Soup:
- 2 boneless skinless chicken breasts
- taco seasoning
- 1 onion, chopped
- 2-3 garlic cloves, crushed
- 1 Tbsp olive oil
- ½ tsp chili powder
- 1 tsp dried cumin
- 1 tsp garlic powder
- 1 tsp fresh lime juice
- 1 (28 oz) can crushed tomatoes
- 1 (14 oz) can chicken stock or broth
- 1 ¼ cups water
- 1 (10.5 oz) can or 1 cup whole kernel corn, drained
- 1 (15 oz) can hominy, drained
- 1 (4 oz) can chopped HOT green chile peppers
- 1 (15 oz) can black beans, rinsed and drained
- 1/3+ cup chopped fresh cilantro

Toppings:
-       fresh squeezed lime juice
-       shredded Monterey Jack cheese
-       crushed tortilla chips
-       sliced avocado
-       chopped green onions

  1. Heat oven to 375. Drizzle some olive oil evenly over chicken breasts and sprinkle with taco seasoning on both sides. Bake until done, about 20-25 min. Allow to cool and shred with two forks. Set aside.
  2. In a medium stock pot, heat oil over medium heat. Sauté onion and garlic until soft/clear. Add chili powder, cumin, garlic powder, lime juice, tomatoes, broth, and water. Stir and bring to a boil, simmer for 10 mins.
  3. Stir in corn, hominy, green chiles, beans, cilantro, and chicken. Simmer for 1-4 hrs (the longer the better!).
  4. Serve hot with toppings.


10/4/12

Anna's birth story


At the beginning of pregnancy, I told my midwife Kat that I wanted to go “as natural as possible…” because I’m a nurse and I know the increased occurrence of medical intervention after an epidural, because I really don’t want a c-section, because it’s better for the baby, because Ben encouraged me to, and because I freakin wanted to see if I could be a real bonafide daughter of Eve. Well, I didn’t get an epidural… but the process certainly wasn’t anything like I had dreamed up.

Up to my 38 wk appointment, I kept jokingly asking if it was time to get this baby out yet. Smiling, the MA Kristi takes my blood pressure like usual. Then, no longer smiling, she says, “let me try the other arm…” Okay, whatev. Then, “Wow, it really is that high,” she says. “135/85. That’s not that big of a deal, right? Well, apparently in the OB world it is. It is when your normal is 110/65. Sooo, what does this mean? Kat comes in and starts using words like pre-ecclampsia, induction, and dangerous. And of course, I had told Ben that he didn’t need to take off work for this appointment, great. Now I’m being asked if I want to schedule an induction? I’m 3cm dilated, so there is a chance I could start labor naturally soon. Nonetheless, Kat suggests waiting no longer than a week. So we tentatively schedule the induction for that coming Thursday. I’ll talk it over with Ben that night. I have to say, I felt very adult making that decision by myself… was that the right thing to do?

First things first, the next day I get some blood drawn to make sure my vital organs are still being oxygenated in spite of the elevated BP. Then, I go for a non-stress test at the Maternal Fetal Medicine Clinic. I lay down on the plastic bed with crinkly paper for an hour while I watch the monitor record baby’s movements and my arm is squeezed way too tight every ten minutes. 148/90, 145/89, 151/91… crap. Kat was right, this baby is pushing my BP higher and higher, and I’m not even laboring yet. So, Thursday it is.

Knowing what day your baby is going to be born feels so unnatural. Part of going “natural” to me means letting your body just do its thing, just waiting to see what that will look like. I can’t help feeling like Pitocin is going to rob me of experiencing this intimate and unpredictable journey my daughter and I are supposed to take together. But what can I do? I don’t want seizures and brain damage to be a part of our story, so I suppose I’ll go with Pitocin.

We pack our hospital bags that night and try to sleep. Yeah right. 6am, the alarm rings and we call the hospital. They’ll be ready for us at 7:10. Wow, so precise- weird. En route I’m thinking: I’m having a baby today, I’m having a baby today. Will the labor be long or short? Will I be begging for an epidural after 5 minutes? Oh the horror stories I’ve heard with this drug… Will I love the experience, or despise it? I’m as jittery during this 5 minute drive as I was walking down the aisle 4 1/2 years ago on my wedding day.

We park, carry our bags to check-in. They show me in to room 9, with a tub! I change into a gown and awkwardly wait for someone to come back in and tell us what to do. How weird to be in a hospital- not working, not sick, not laboring, just waiting. Finally, nurse Andrea comes and starts my IV… OUCH! As she’s digging around, I’m getting sweaty and woozy, I need to lay back. Great, I’m such a wuss. I’m supposed to push out a baby in a few minutes?? This is going to be a shit show.

And so it begins… Pitocin is connected at 8am running at a low dose. I sign anesthesia consent just in case the Pitocin warrants an epidural. They want to wait to break my water until 2 doses of IV Penicillin have infused, which will take 4 hrs. (Penicillin was needed to treat Group B Strep, which was present in the birth canal. Normal bacteria, but can harm the baby). Well, I feel nothing at first. Unfortunately I’m attached to continuous fetal heart monitoring, an IV pole, and a blood pressure cuff; all due to the induction… so I don’t exactly have a lot of mobility. I decide to sit on the birthing ball (like a workout ball) to change things up. Andrea keeps coming in, increasing my Pitocin and asking, “You don’t feel it yet??” Nope. Should I? We watch a movie, play Words with Friends, chat. Eventually I get back in bed because my BP is climbing to 170/90. Andrea is impressed that I’m such a responsible patient, but scolds me for silencing the BP alarm. Sorry, habit! So basically, I’m laying in bed bored for 4 hrs.

Finally, Kat my midwife arrives to break my water at noon. What a strange sensation! They told me I would feel a warm rush of fluid, but they didn’t tell me how warm or how much! It felt like a waterfall of bath water between my legs… really soothing actually. Kat warns me that I will start feeling contractions soon, because the cushion of fluid between baby and cervix is gone. She’s recommending an epidural simply because she is scared to see what my BP will do once I’m in pain. I’m still hesitant because I feel nothing, but I don’t want to be goofy stubborn about it if it’s truly going to stop me from having a seizure or something. I’m finally beginning to feel some discomfort at this point, but nothing intolerable. Kat says, “Well, let me just check you to see if you’ve progressed.” Then, “Holy cow, Suzanne, you’re about 7 or 8!” As she’s saying this, the contractions suddenly are really painful and pretty close together… I hear, “Let’s get a delivery table in here now please.” I’m not talking anymore, just concentrating on breathing through them. Yoga breathing, deep and slow. Ben is on my left, soothing me and coaching my breathing when I get off pattern.

I have an awesome husband, by the way. He is right there the whole time, supportive and loving. ☺ Even though I can’t speak to tell him, I’m hanging on each of his encouraging words. My eyes stay shut for the rest of the delivery so I can concentrate on getting through this. “Are you feeling pushy?,” Kat asks. Strangely, I knew exactly what she meant as I feel myself nodding yes. She guides my hands behind my knees and tells me to pull back as I push. Later, Ben told me my left hand wouldn’t budge from on top of my thigh. I was pushing on my thigh instead of pulling my leg back, and he couldn’t get me to switch it, despite the nurses’ orders. Apparently it helped me cope with the pain. I have no idea whether they lowered a mirror for me or not, my eyelids weren’t budging. “Push through the burn, Suzanne!” I think, how did she know it was burning? She’s a mind-reader! (That bit of common knowledge escaped me at the time). It was like a really bad Indian sunburn. I push for about 10 miserable minutes as I hear, “Now, Suzanne, she needs to come out now. Push harder, again.” Then an aside, “I’m going to have to cut, baby’s heart rate is dropping…” Great, that’s going to hurt, isn’t it? Of course, all I get out is a grunt. “Okay, you’ll feel a little pinch here…” Finally I get a word out, “OW!... Ow, Ouch, Ow.” Have you ever had someone cut your skin with scissors? It hurt more than I expected! I assume the tissue tore a bit more, but who knows. Then after another push, I feel a little relief- the head is out. Yea! Then, a HUGE relief as her body comes rushing out, followed by another warm waterfall of fluid. I finally open my eyes as my gooey white baby is placed on my stomach. I can’t believe this really just happened! So fast! Not what I expected! I surprise my self by not crying, I’m in a stunned silence I think. She’s quiet, no crying, so after a minute Ben cuts the cord and they take her over to the warmer. I stare stupidly at my cheesy sticky hands until someone comes and wipes them off. About 6 people stand around the baby quietly but urgently talking, rubbing her chest. I catch a glimpse of Ben’s terrified expression while watching them, but I relax with faith in our medical professionals.





Next, I realize Kat is telling me to push again. Huh? Oh right, the placenta. Tiredly, I push. A little piece comes out. She tells me it’s a good thing we induced when we did, the placenta is in pieces- indicating damage from high BP. The nurses (when did they all get here?) begin pushing on my stomach- “OOOWWW!!!” Holy crap! That’s almost as painful as the contractions at the end!! Please stop for the love of all that is Holy! They keep massaging and torturing me until the whole placenta is puzzle-pieced together on the table. Finally.

Then, stitches. Geez, can’t we be done yet? Lidocaine shots, and stitching the episiotomy and a separate torn labia. Weird sensation- I feel pulling of the thread, but no pain really. And did I mention the shivering? After she was out, my body was racked with shivers for about the next 20 minutes. Uncontrollable shaking, which they assured me was normal- caused by the sudden flux of hormones and extreme physical changes… still freaky though. I guess they had given me 2 doses of BP medicine Labetalol while I was pushing, because now I was hypotensive for a bit.

Then I realize gladly that our daughter is pink and making noises over there. They bring her to me so we can try breastfeeding. Yea! I’ve been so curious about this! Well, she doesn’t catch on right away. I’m a little disappointed, but too tired and happy to think too much about it right now.




They take her to the nursery, and finally it’s just me and Ben in the room. Quiet. Tired. Still shaking. Holy cow.

The next few hours are filled with an eventful bathroom trip, a wheelchair ride to my new room, and a loooong session with the lactation consultant. Bless her heart, she was so sweet, but I was stinkin tired and uncomfortable and just wanted her to go away. To make the rest of the long story short, breastfeeding went poorly, and my BP was still crazy high. Anna stopped breathing once in the nursery, but she recovered on her own. One nurse thought she heard a heart arrythmia, so they did an EKG and called the pediatrician on-call. When we were released, the follow-up review by a pediatric cardiologist showed nothing abnormal, though. Phew. The next few days in the hospital consisted of pumping, bottle feeding, failed attempts at breast feeding, BP checks and meds, pain management, and long eventful trips to the bathroom. Friends came to visit, food was blah, Ben slept on the vinyl pullout chair. It’s kind of a blur, but we were eventually allowed to leave with our baby girl in her giant carseat.

Here we come, world, we’re not the same anymore.

10/20/11

Seasons of change

I'll be the first to admit that Texas summers can be tortuously hot, but I still spent a great deal of the past few months lamenting the loss of swimming pools and frozen margaritas as my June through September day-to-day norm. What I came to realize, though, is that I could be outside comfortably without the aide of temperature altering accessories such as misters, fans, swimming pools, and frozen drinks. Although these things have defined good summer memories for me for the past 25 years, I saw this year that consistent 85 degree (and dry) sunshine is pretty darn luxurious.
I've found myself outdoors more; not only due to the weather, but of course due also to the beauty of the Wasatch Mountains. The weather also allows garden veggies to flourish, so because of this, and because Mexican food is not a deliciously default weekly meal, I'm eating quite fresh these days... resulting in a healthier body that is able to more quickly adapt to the demands of exercising in altitude. The outdoor activities are limitless here. And even if I am craving a bit of heat, the desert is just a couple hours south.
While the majority of my exercise is done through hiking and yoga, I also loved trying road-biking this summer, and ski season is just around the corner! I'm ashamed to say I haven't broken out my harness and climbing shoes since we've officially lived here- but I've come to the conclusion that climbing is just not my favorite thing, much to Ben's dismay :/ But it's good to know that when the mood strikes right, there are some of the most outrageous walls in the country right in my backyard.

I am officially equipped to simply load the car and go to the mountain to ski this winter. Ski clothes, skii's, boots, poles, season pass- check, check, check, check, check. Alta, here we come!

Another big change for me has been work. I haven't stepped foot in an acute care hospital in 7 months! (Well, except to interview in a few.) I'm working for a pediatric home care agency that is contracted with the public schools in UT. I get to escort a 5 year old Somalian refugee to kindergarten each week, and simply smother him with love and attention (while maintaining his airway of course ;). His medical condition combined with his family's resources require that he live in a long term care facility, so I have the privilege of witnessing his sole contact with the non-medical world. Although some days are hard or tedious, all my problems melt away when I receive a huge smile of recognition from him when I walk in each morning. I'm probably losing many of my hard-earned nursing skills, but I'm alright with that- because these patients matter more to me than pride in my knowledge and abilities. I have afternoons, weekends, and holidays off; which equals pretty low stress and a lot of free time. YoungLives continues to develop slowly, but is not very time-consuming yet. So, I still have lots of time to cook, play outside, go to the yoga studio or coffee shops, read, explore, and hang out with friends. It's really not too bad.

Our small church is beginning to grow, as is our circle of friends. I didn't mean for this post to be all gushy-fake-happy-sounding, but we really are finding the adjustment to Utah to be a happy one. I've found several women that I truly enjoy sharing life with, and Ben and I have a couple that has begun mentoring us. Our life is in motion, and we hope and expect it to stay this way.

I'm not sure, though, if Salt Lake will ever truly feel like home. As the "Mecca" of the Mormon religion, the city continues to give me strange vibes. There are wards (Mormon churches) in every neighborhood, situated among the houses, and the temples are ominous to my perception. The LDS church rejects the cross as a symbol for their faith, so I've begun wearing my cross necklace in an effort to claim my non-affiliation with the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I don't do this to be obnoxious or make people uncomfortable, but it is a very easy way to let people know where you stand. It's strange to come from a culture where crosses are so widely embraced as a symbol of life and hope, and enter a place that views them as the opposite. The religious battles of the city make for a very new environment. (Example)

Anyway, as time goes on, so does life. And the Casey's are living. We'd love to host any family or friend that wishes to come our way, so please consider stopping in :) Happy Autumn! Xo, Suzanne

6/2/11

Oh Rob Bell and the Emergent Church...

This morning I've stumbled upon discussions about Rob Bell's new book, Love Wins: A Book About Heaven, Hell, and the Fate of Every Person Who Ever Lived. I started only knowing that he comes forth with some controversial ideas, debated by many pastors that I trust and respect. What I found was astounding. Let's start with the promo video:



... many questions that are really already answered in the Bible, that he apparently does not even clearly answer in the pages of his book. Before publication, Bell was already receiving huge attention from all kinds of people, and now that the book is released, debates have exploded. I have not read it myself, but from his interviews alone, I really am not interested in immersing myself in his circling discussion based on strange interpretation of scripture and Christian history. Even news-casters seemed to be perplexed by his round-about answers to basic questions.



This first written review after the book's release is fascinating:

Love Wins - A Review of Rob Bell's New Book

Heaven and hell are here on earth, and the doors of both are wide open to float between. What bell seems to present is a useless gospel.


I'll end with quotes from another article:

Best review on the Key issues in Rob Bell’s view of hell so far…

Bell is a question-lover comfortable with ambiguity and uncertainty. God will get what God wants. And we will get what we want. Either way, love wins. “If we want hell, if we want heaven, they are ours. That’s how love works. It can’t be forced, manipulated, or coerced. It always leaves room for the other to decide. God says yes, we can have what we want, because love wins.”

Read that quote again. If we want heaven, love wins. If we want hell…love wins there too?
...
For Bell, there does not seem to be a definitive turning point, a crisis moment where destinies are finalized. Hell, especially, is temporal and remedial. How long one spends there depends on how long one resists God’s love.
...
It seems to me that life as Rob Bell portrays it will always be an ongoing struggle between heaven and hell, with no guarantee of a final resolution.

And if that’s the case, in what sense does love actually win?

5/10/11

Biblical work

I have a lot of free time these days. The classic idling phase of job-hunting has left me questioning my daily purpose, role, and worth. I have come to re-realize that although I verbally refute that I find these things in my career, I actually do to a large extent. Such a disheartening and yet breakthrough revelation! I decided (through my husband’s gentle urging) to revisit some Biblical references on the matter to clear the slate on how I view work, which I have sadly equated with my role in life.


Old Testament:

Exodus 35:35 
He has filled them with skill to do all kinds of work as craftsmen, designers, embroiderers in blue, purple and scarlet yarn and fine linen, and weavers—all of them master craftsmen and designers.

Proverbs 12:11 He who works his land will have abundant food, but he who chases fantasies (or follows worthless pursuits) lacks judgment.

27 The lazy man does not roast his game, but the diligent man prizes his possessions.

13:4 The sluggard craves and gets nothing, but the desires of the diligent are fully satisfied.

23 All hard work brings a profit, but mere talk leads only to poverty.

16:26 The laborer's appetite works for him; his hunger drives him on.

20:13 Do not love sleep or you will grow poor; stay awake and you will have food to spare.

21:5 The plans of the diligent lead to profit as surely as haste leads to poverty.

22:29 Do you see a man skilled in his work? He will serve before kings; he will not serve before obscure men.

28:19 He who works his land will have abundant food, but the one who chases fantasies will have his fill of poverty.

31: 9b-31
 A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value. She brings him good, not harm, 
all the days of her life.
 She selects wool and flax 
and works with eager hands. 
She is like the merchant ships, 
bringing her food from afar.
 She gets up while it is still dark;
 she provides food for her family 
and portions for her servant girls.
 She considers a field and buys it; 
out of her earnings she plants a vineyard. 
She sets about her work vigorously; 
her arms are strong for her tasks.
 She sees that her trading is profitable,
 and her lamp does not go out at night. 
In her hand she holds the distaff
 and grasps the spindle with her fingers. 
She opens her arms to the poor
 and extends her hands to the needy. 
When it snows, she has no fear for her household;
 for all of them are clothed in scarlet. 
She makes coverings for her bed;
 she is clothed in fine linen and purple.
 Her husband is respected at the city gate,
 where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.
 She makes linen garments and sells them, 
and supplies the merchants with sashes. 
She is clothed with strength and dignity;
 she can laugh at the days to come.
 She speaks with wisdom ,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
 She watches over the affairs of her household
 and does not eat the bread of idleness. 
Her children arise and call her blessed; 
her husband also, and he praises her: 
Many women do noble things, 
but you surpass them all
. Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; 
but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
 Give her the reward she has earned, 
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.

Let me side note that I have left out several verses from Ecclesiastes, because the entire book would need to be quoted to glean the meaning of the individual verses. The ultimate point is reached at the end in ch 12: “Now all has been heard; here is the conclusion of the matter: Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the whole [duty] of man.” This summarizes not only the book, but the theme of the Old Testament.


New Testament:

Matthew 6:24 
“No one can serve two masters. For you will hate one and love the other; you will be devoted to one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money.

Matthew 9:37-38 
Then he said to his disciples, "The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few.” Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.

John 6:27 
Do not work for food that spoils, but for food that endures to eternal life, which the Son of Man will give you. On him God the Father has placed his seal of approval."

John 9:4
 As long as it is day, we must do the work of him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work.

Romans 12:11 Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord.

Ephesians 2:10 
For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.

Ephesians 4:11-13, 15-16 
It was he who gave some to be apostles, some to be prophets, some to be evangelists, and some to be pastors and teachers, to prepare God's people for works of service, so that the body of Christ may be built up until we all reach unity in the faith and in the knowledge of the Son of God and become mature, attaining to the whole measure of the fullness of Christ… speaking the truth in love, we will in all things grow up into him who is the Head, that is, Christ. From him the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does its work.

Ephesians 4:28 He who has been stealing must steal no longer, but must work, doing something useful with his own hands, that he may have something to share with those in need.

Colossians 3:23-24
 Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving.

1 Thessalonians 2:9
 Surely you remember, brothers, our toil and hardship; we worked night and day in order not to be a burden to anyone while we preached the gospel of God to you.

1 Thessalonians 4:11-12 Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and to work with your hands, just as we told you, so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody.

2 Thessalonians 3:6-13 In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, we command you, brothers, to keep away from every brother who is idle and does not live according to the teaching you received from us. For you yourselves know how you ought to follow our example. We were not idle when we were with you, nor did we eat anyone’s food without paying for it. On the contrary, we worked night and day, laboring and toiling so that we would not be a burden to any of you. We did this, not because we do not have the right to such help, but in order to make ourselves a model for you to follow. For even when we were with you, we gave you this rule: “If a man will not work, he shall not eat.” We hear that some among you are idle. They are not busy; they are busybodies. Such people we command and urge in the Lord Jesus Christ to settle down and earn the bread they eat. And as for you, brothers, never tire of doing what is right.

1Timothy 5:9-10-14 No widow may be put on the list of widows unless she is over sixty, has been faithful to her husband, and is well known for her good deeds, such as bringing up children, showing hospitality, washing the feet of the saints, helping those in trouble and devoting herself to all kinds of good deeds. As for younger widows, do not put them on such a list. For when their sensual desires overcome their dedication to Christ, they want to marry. Thus they bring judgment on themselves, because they have broken their first pledge. Besides, they get into the habit of being idle and going about from house to house. And not only do they become idlers, but also gossips and busybodies, saying things they ought not to. So I counsel younger widows to marry, to have children, to manage their homes and to give the enemy no opportunity for slander.

1 Timothy 6: 7-10
 For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it. But if we have food and clothing, we will be content with that. People who want to get rich fall into temptation and a trap and into many foolish and harmful desires that plunge men into ruin and destruction. For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs.

2 Timothy 2:15 
Do your best to present yourself to God as one approved, a workman who does not need to be ashamed and who correctly handles the word of truth.

Titus 2:3-5 Likewise, teach the older women to be reverent in the way they live, not to be slanderers or addicted to much wine, but to teach what is good. Then they can train the younger women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God.

Hebrews 6:10
 God is not unjust; he will not forget your work and the love you have shown him as you have helped his people and continue to help them.

Hebrews 13:5
 Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, "Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you."


I can see that the Old Testament focuses on practical work in harvesting and hunting, also practicing craft and trade. Normally I may assume this was men’s work, but we see that Ruth harvested in Boaz’s field. Proverbs 31 gives a beautiful and clear picture of the hard-working woman of that time. She makes clothes, provides food, trades, gives to the needy, watches over the affairs of her household, does not eat the bread of idleness. More importantly, she is of noble character, her husband has full confidence in her, she lacks nothing of value, she brings good, she has strength and dignity, she speaks wisdom and faithful instruction, and she is to be praised because she fears the Lord. Perhaps more is expected of women during these days, working in and out of the home. Men today may relieve some of that pressure in the home, allowing the women to work outside more. Regardless of the role we assume, as Paul instructs the church of Colosse, “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men.”

In fact, it seems that verse in Colossians summarizes the whole theme of working in the Bible. The New Testament still references laboring and toiling so as not to burden anyone when preaching the gospel. (Wow, the disciples not only worked in preaching and evangelizing, but also in daily tasks). However, work is newly presented in light of spreading the gospel, each person having a different task in comprising the working body of Christ. Romans 12, 1 Cor 12, and Ephesians 4 list spiritual gifts, which should be exercised. This can, but does not have to be linked with working at tasks in and out of the home, earning wages from it or not. In fact, the ability to earn money exercising your spiritual gifts (from a church or organization) did not really exist to the early church! The women are exhorted to do good deeds such as raising children, showing hospitality, helping those in trouble, managing the household, being self controlled and pure, and teaching the younger generation what is good. On the contrary, we are asked to not be idle, be addicted to wine, gossip, be busybodies, or slander. Amazing how woman’s character has not changed over the years, those are still all the ways we are tempted to behave today!
The next huge point addressed pertaining to my having a job, is the necessity of not valuing money. Having some money obviously is a necessity, but I cannot allow it to drive my actions or intentions for getting a job.

In conclusion, whether my role involves earning money and working outside the home or not, I do need to work hard daily as to the Lord. While I do not have children, it is especially important to avoid becoming like the young widows in 1 Tim 5, and fill extra time in Godly ways- in or out of the home. My value comes from Christ alone, and He wishes to see me exercise the gifts He has blessed me with!

5/5/11

Long overdue...

So life has been a little hectic over the past months, to say the least. At the end of March, Ben and I packed a little U-Haul behind the Trooper and began our trek West. Backing up, though, we had a contract on the house that got broken at the last minute- thus we had to cancel the movers to leave our house furnished for more showings... only to get another offer to close on the same date as the previous offer right before we left! Of course, we had already cancelled the movers and rented the U-Haul, etc. So this meant leaving as planned, and me flying back to finish business a few weeks later.

So we passed through West Texas, all New Mexico, Arizona (Grand Canyon!), and South to North Utah.











We arrived in time for a few ski days, and Ben just got his own set! I'm waiting for the summer sales... we both need boots too of course. It's snowed off and on since we've been here, and JUST today has really been comfortable weather for me- 73 and sunny! Out in the yard kind of day!

So 2 weeks after getting here, I flew back to Austin for the real move. Man... coming from gray snowy cold to warm sunny April in TX was a heartbreaking tease. I teared up at the airport seeing Thundercloud and Ruta Maya coffee! Returning to the house, fully furnished as it was when we lived in it, was incredibly sad and difficult. My mind had tried to let go of my native TX heart to move to the mountains, but coming back "home" made my heart scream, "What was I thinking?! Ben needs to come back right now to our real life!" My mom and I watched as the movers packed and loaded all our belongings and memories, leaving a cold shell of a structure that used to be my happy place :(






So then we (my Mom and I) packed up the second car and headed for out for the second time. This time we went through OK, KS, and CO- avoiding the west TX wildfires. We got caught in a bit of a snowstorm around all the ski resorts in CO, which was pretty, but very hard to drive in! We arrived no prob, and sent my mom back to DFW.

When the movers arrived, it was a little unnerving to hear them mutter, "we have to fit all that in here?" Apparently homes built early in the previous century for Mormons with 5 kids are surprisingly smaller than one would expect. We came from a 2000 sf house for 2, to a 900?sf house built for 2+ kiddos?! Anyway, we've sorted through most of it by now, and luckily our huge basement serves as a large storage unit free of charge. We are using probably 40% of our belongings here, which is really refreshing in a way- other ways very inconvenient!

Ben's job picked up right where it left off, the biggest adjustment for both of us (all 3 of us) being the dog at home! Cele used to hang with dad all day at the office, and she and I both are adjusting to sharing the small space all day. All the windows are higher than our other house, so she's been sneaking on the furniture to get her views- bad! She's adjusting better now that our furniture is here, I think she gets it now.

I've been applying for quite a few jobs, with responses from 2. One just closed the position recently, and the other is not done interviewing other candidates. I was trying to get away from 12hr hospital shifts, but it turns out that's really what I'm most qualified for :/ I'm leaning towards hospice right now, as it involves traveling from homes to assisted living to hospitals- at least that's variety. I love old people too :)

We are having quite a bit of recreational fun, as I mentioned skiing; but also snow hiking, runs in the brisk air, and this weekend camping. All in all, I am adjusting more and more. It is so beautiful when the weather is clear, Austin doesn't hold a candle next to it. Walking and bike riding replace much of the need for cars, we are even thinking of selling on of them!

We've narrowed our church options down to two, and we would really be satisfied with either. One is a plant from Portland comprised of mostly young marrieds and singles. This other is a little more established with developed programs and structure. We're still in the researching stage, trying to balance getting involved without committing yet. We're so happy to have found both options though! It's strange to be in a place that has NO mega-churches, and Christians are few. It makes the functionality of the church quite refreshing, although lacking in the advantages of well developed leadership, music, classes, etc. Sure is easier to get to know the people though!

Side bit of good news, found a Yoga place that rocks! Also bought a living social deal for Bikram- so pumped!!

That about concludes it for now, I'm going to go bask in the sun for the remainder of it's outing today. Until next time...