Archive for July, 2009

15 Days until Heaven Fest

Friday, July 24th, 2009

I am a wife.  I married my true love 28 years ago yesterday (he wrote sweet words).  God gave me children, I am a mom.  Then He surprised me quite delightfully with these 5 little human beings called grandchildren.  A reward!  A trophy for my old age.  I am a servant of the most high.  I am a faltering, still-learning, mercy-needer.  And I am almost 50.

Yet, here I am on the adventure of a lifetime, helping produce Heaven Fest: a massive, one-day, Christian music, worship and arts festival and we’re praying our heads off to be a catalyst for revival, to see the Church come together to make the Name of Jesus glorious!

Did I also mention? I am pooped. 

And, I am…Jeanie

Just when you think you have it all together…

Tuesday, July 21st, 2009

Over the weekend I looked around the yard at the wildly blooming lilies and pots full of colorful flowers.  I was happy to have harvested 5 more tomatoes along with lettuce, sugar snap peas and green beans.  The cukes were blooming their heads off and vining with big, full leaves; the zucchini and summer squash just birthing the first, small fruit.

I was thinking: nice.  Everything is in bloom and green and enjoyable with so little work from me right now.  All is well.  All is as it should be.

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Loud tornado warning sirens and unexpected gusts of wind last night night changed all of that.  Two storms blew through with hail and torrential rain from 11 pm until the early hours this morning.

Very suddenly, things have changed.  Without warning there has been loss.  I looked around at the wreckage early this morning and I see that some things are gone.  Flowers petals were beat from their stems and litter the ground with green leaves.  Shrubs are flattened, but given time will likely pull themselves back up by their bootstraps.  But there is loss.  Some damage is too severe.   Some things will never recover.

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Pictured above: the mowed-over hollyhocks, the battered elephant’s ear; I think the onions gave their lives for this volunteer marigold which is seemingly unscathed; and the pummeled lemon cucumbers.  Sad.

Though the fig tree does not bud
and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen
and no cattle in the stalls,

yet I will rejoice in the LORD,
I will be joyful in God my Savior.

Hab. 3.17, 18

 Some peppers plants are finished now, leafless.  But they provided protection to the plants to their right.  Dave’s mammoth grill gave some covering for some of the tomato plants and the herbs held up pretty well.  The things that will survive will be all the more treasured now, with greater gratefulness. 

Thank-You, LORD, for what remains.

Sanctify by Delirious, song for a Monday night

Monday, July 20th, 2009

The question is: can God fix what I have messed up?  Can He redeem what I have squandered?  Will He?

 

Sanctify

Here I am in that old place again
Down on my face again
Crying out I want you to hear my plea
Come down and rescue me

How long will it take
How long will I have to wait?

And all I want is all you have
Come to me, rescue me,
Fall on me with your love
And all you want is all I have
Come to me, rescue me,
fall on me with your love

Sanctify I want to be set apart
Right to the very heart
Prophesy to the four winds
And breathe life to this very place

How long will it take?
How long will I have to wait?

And all I want is all you have
Come to me rescue me,
Fall on me with your love
And all you want is all I have
Come to me rescue me,
Fall on me with your love

Lifted up I’ve climbed with the strength I have
Right to this mountain top
Looking out the cloud’s getting bigger now
It’s time to get ready now

Written by Stuart Garrard/Martin Smith ©1997 Curious? Music UK

Incomprehensible Love

Monday, July 20th, 2009

Excerpted from From Eternity to Here~Rediscovering the Ageless Purpose of God by Frank Viola, Chapter 7: Fallen Yet Cherished

“…run to the Lord when you sin, not from Him.

…He saw your mistakes before you ever made them.  So He’s not surprised by them.  Nor did they prevent Him from choosing you to be His before you penetrated the womb of your mother.  In fact, distancing yourself from the Lord due to a

guilt headache and a condemnation hangover

hurts Him far more than the sin that created those feelings.  (Ponder that last sentance for a moment.)…Hiding from the Lord is a

spiritually-transmitted disease. 

It’s in our bloodstream and the marrow of our bones.  It began with the first man who hid Himself from God in shame (Gen. 3.8-10).  But just as He did with Adam, God clothed your nakedness.  Not with skins of animals, but with the righteousness of His own Son.  For this reason, the Lord invites you to love Him despite your fallenness.

He made Him who knew no sin to be sin on our behalf, so that we might become the righteousness of God in Him.  (2 Corinthians 5.21 NASV

You can chisel it in stone: the Lord’s love is given to you without strings or conditions…your good works (or lack thereof) do not affect His love for you…God loves you simpley because He chose you in His Son and  He loves His Son without condition.

He loves you with an everlasting love (Jeremiah 31.3).

So take heart: you are some one that God so loves.  He has drawn you to Himself.  Whenever you turn to Him, you are ushered before the smiling face of a God whose heart beats with unfailing kindness. 

Are you overtaken with a sense of unworthiness?

Are you humbled with your own sinfulness?  Let me remind you.  When your  Lord hung on that bloody cross, He was in far worse condition than you or I could ever be in.  He was made to be sin (Isaiah 53.4, 2 Cor. 5.21)…the sins of the the worls – past, present, and future – were all laid upon Him, and He became sin personified.  And yet, the Father still loved Him.

All that to say, in the moment when you feel the most unworthy, you are the most welcome.

[Read: Hebrews 4.16; Ephesians 3.12; 1 John 1:9, 2:1-2; Revelation 12:10-11]

Consequently, if the “accuser of the brethern” accuses you or me of some sin, the Lord’s response is, ‘It’s too late!  I’ve already fallen in love with them.  It’s too late!  I’ve already graced them out of…my merciful nature.  It’s too late!  They are acquitted.  They are forgiven.  They are cleansed by My Son’s blood.’

This ought to move you.  This ought to impress you.  This ought to baffle and overwhelm you.

Oh, the unimaginable depth of the love of Christ.

What amazing love.  What flawless love.  What unshakeable love.  What irrevocable love.  This is the love with which your God loves you…”

When will I get it?…Jeanie

I Can’t Compete…

Sunday, July 19th, 2009

With your charmed life and expensive wardrobe and life-filled-lunching-and-shopping and your maid-cleaned house and your affluent friends and professional manicures and your dermatologist-cared-for skin (and maybe even surgery-enhanced parts?) and your tan from leisurely days around your Olympic-sized pool and your million-dollar house and your crumb-free kitchen and your garage full of luxury cars.  You’ve got your grand staircase and personal trainer.  You enjoy your unlimited travel and everyone’s attentive fascination.  You have successfully completed every Beth Moore Bible Study there is and I have yet to even complete one. 

I can’t compete.  I have neither the stamina nor the funds, the energy nor  the ability to keep up with you.  Yet you are fixed in my path.  Vexation.  What on earth do I have that you could possibly want?

Some days you just feel like poo-poo.  And then some one catches you in that condition…J

NOTE TO SELF: This is a very prideful, judgemental, self-serving rant. 

The characters in this blog are ficticious.  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Worth having

Saturday, July 18th, 2009

Don’t the hours grow shorter as the days go by
You never get to stop and open your eyes
One day you’re waiting for the sky to fall
The next you’re dazzled by the beauty of it all
When you’re lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time

These fragile bodies of touch and taste
This vibrant skin — this hair like lace
Spirits open to the thrust of grace
Never a breath you can afford to waste
When you’re lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time

When you’re lovers in a dangerous time
Sometimes you’re made to feel as if your love’s a crime –
But nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight –
Got to kick at the darkness ’til it bleeds
daylight
When you’re lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time
And we’re lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time

~Lyrics by Bruce Cockburn, Lovers in a Dangerous Time

It’s a Red-Tomato Day

Thursday, July 16th, 2009

It has happened:

July 15, 2009, yesterday, there they were: two small, red, Oregon Spring tomatoes.  I was feeding the straw bales and they just appeared.

I wasn’t expecting anything from that tomato plant because it seems to have stayed so small, stocky, but compact.  However, upon re-reading the tag that came with it this morning, I see that it is quite determinate and needs no staking, but produces mature fruit within 60 days (it has been in the straw bale for about 6 weeks, so, of course).  So heads up for you patio gardeners: Oregon Spring= good choice.

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But anyway, my point?  I have bacon in the fridge and two lovely tomatoes on my counter.  It is a sign from God that I can go on.

In other tomato news:

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The upside-down tomato thing/project/experiment I am trying is going ok, I think.  The plant is definitely growing and seems, actually to be thriving in its’ protected locale.  Pictured above: the night it was first placed and then the two-week picture from last week (today would be three weeks, no picture yet).  I noticed yesterday it has a good little bunch of flowers, aka future tomatoes, on it.  I just have to remember to water it.  Geesh. (That is a Roma and a tomatillo residing below in straw)

Misc. Garden Updates:

Some nasty worms have descended upon and are chowing down on all my petunia buds leaving quite the trail of poo-poo behind, yet I cannot find and destroy them.  Grrrrrr…..And the sugar snaps are keeping me snacking daily for the past two weeks.  Not enough to share yet. ; )

Playing in dirt is good for the soul…Jeanie

NOTE TO SELF:  Check the carrots and discipline the cukes.

A “Band of Brothers” Soldier Died

Wednesday, July 15th, 2009

An American Hero Dies

By Dave Henderson www.rimoftheworld.net

Dickenson County, VA – “Who is Darrell Powers?” I’m sure many of you are asking. With the death of Michael Jackson, the major news networks have sucked the oxygen from the atmosphere with all their bloviating, contrived adulation and non stop coverage of every aspect of the performer’s life. It is no surprise that most have not heard of Power’s passing.

Darrell “Shifty” Powers, like millions of Americans, answered the call of World War II. A quiet, unassuming man, Shifty joined the Army and then volunteered for the Airborne.

 After intensive training, Powers was assigned to the famed Easy Company 2nd Battalion 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment of the 101st Airborne Division, where he jumped into Normandy on D-day. He was involved in the assault on Bracore Manor, which saved thousands of lives on Omaha Beach.

 Powers fought in the battle of Carentan and the airborne invasion of Holland as part of Operation Market Garden, where millions of French and Dutch citizens found freedom.

 The 506th was encircled by superior German forces in the Battle of the Bulge and against incredible odds, successfully defended the city of Bastone. Powers and the 506th then entered Germany, liberated concentration camps and captured Hitlers, “Eagles Nest” in Berchtesgarden.

 Shifty survived the war only to be seriously injured in an auto accident while en route home and his return to civilian life.

 Like millions of veterans, Powers lived a simple productive life and would have slipped into history unknown if it were not for Stephen Ambrose and the story “Band of Brothers”, which was turned into an HBO mini series.

 Tom Brokaw called this the “Greatest Generation” and I tend to agree. Average men and women rose to the call to defend freedom. Their sacrifice freed millions and defeated true evil.

 This quiet man did not live in ostentatious wealth. He did not want to go to war, nor did he seek adulation for his service, but he answered the call and the world is free because of his efforts and sacrifice.

 I doubt Shifty could do the moon walk, or that he was a gifted dancer or singer. He was never accused of pedophilia, nor did he find escape in drugs. He was not a pop icon, but, to me, Darrell “Shifty” Powers was a true hero.

 We are losing our fathers and grandfathers by the thousands now; they are that age. The “Greatest Generation” – have you said thank you?

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From Jeanie~

I grew up with Michael Jackson.  We were born the same year.  I can sing his hits and recognize the gifted artist he was and am cognizant of the impact he had on our society and music. I can say I have been both an all-out fan at times and have truly felt sorry for his mis-steps and very uncomfortable by his behavior at others.   But we seem, as always, to idolize and revere the flashy and forget the true heroes who make life better day in and day out, not for screaming masses, but for the people around them.  And they have impacted the generations just as certainly.

Thank-you to the men and women who, even still, protect us and our freedoms.  Thanks to Darrell Powers and the men like him (including my father-in-law, Raymond Rhoades, who is still living,  and my grandfathers, Dean Baker and Everett Allison, who are not).

The passing of a friend

I also want to mention our friend Ken Culkin.  He died on July 4th at the age of 43, grilling for his family who were swimming in the backyard pool.  Ken was a veteran, too, but I knew him as a great neighbor and friend, a godly brother in Christ, a man who loved his family (his beautiful wife of 18 years and 6 wonderful daughters) deeply.  He was generous and kind, gentle and true-hearted.  Ken will be missed.

Ken Culkin at the Heaven Fest Leadership Appreciation dinner last fall

Ken Culkin at the Heaven Fest Leadership Appreciation dinner last fall

Remember the heroes…Jeanie

NOTE TO SELF:  Love and hold people close while they are here…

Moslander Mountain

Monday, July 13th, 2009

A Pile of Rocks

Up Boulder Canyon, just off to the left side a few miles up the mountain, is a “rock pile” sitting above the rushing river.  We affectionately call it Moslander Mountain.  Here are 27 us (of the 35 total). 

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pictured below: Jovan and Averi, the family climbing and exploring

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pictured below: a rite of passage for the men is to get to the peak; the 2 on the right are both DP from different cameras.

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pictured below: Robin with her kids, Elise and Corbin;  “the boys” Gerron, Dan and Joe

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pictured below: the water was a little too crazy to wade in that day

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A Beautiful Day.

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Triumph.

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Psalm 95.4  NIV  “In His hands are the depth of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to Him.”

I am family-rich.

Roasted Red Peppers

Saturday, July 11th, 2009

If you love roasted red peppers, if you enjoy them on chimichangas or like to make roasted red pepper soup, if you like them in or on anything, crave the savory sweetness they add to a meal, then you will mourn with me the fact that I cannot find a local vendor for my canned red peppers anymore.

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I used to buy them at King Soopers for $6.99.  Yes.  Only $6.99 for a 5-pound 8-ounce can which held an average of 36 roasted red peppers.  About a year and a half ago, during one of their ridiculous re-arrangements, they discontinued them. 

I figured I’d find them somewhere, but alas, I have not.

I have checked all the major grocers as well as disounters like Big Lots.  I have even ventured into Asian markets and scoured the Mexican Carnicerias.  I had such hopes when Rancho Liberio started sending me their ads.  But to no avail.

Sure, I can order the peppers from an online source.  But it is quite a lot more expensive, and naturally, the shipping is exhorbitant.

They are a product of Spain and I miss them so.  The Roland Food Company is an importer of such deliciousness.  Can anyone tell me where I can get them now?  Product #45630.  UPC# 0 41224 45630 3

Help me…..she moans….Jeanie

NOTE TO SELF:  Go feed garden pepper plants.