Friday, December 29, 2006

Lovely Christ

I was given a rather unexpected invitation to record with a friend last week. He has several songs he has recorded, but he asked that I assist on this one in particular. Listen to the song and you just may hear my voice in the background (it's quite high, especially if you're familiar with my voice)! Andrew has several other songs on his Xanga that you can listen to as well.

http://audio.xanga.com/divinedelight/a27aa377592/audio.html

~Lovely Christ~
You are the image of the invisible God.
For by You and through You and for You
All things were created.
And You are before all things and in You
All things hold together.

Lovely Christ
Magnificent Son of God.
Lovely Christ
The spotless, sweet Lamb of God.
Lovely Christ
Our righteousness before God.
Lovely Christ
My greatest, fairest, dearest Treasure.

You are the radiance of the glory of God,
And the exact imprint of His
Preeminent nature.
And You uphold all things by the word
Of Your mighty power.

Lovely Christ
Supreme over everything.
Lovely Christ
Let angels bow down and sing.
Lovely Christ
The sovereign ruler and King
Lovely Christ
My greatest, fairest, dearest Treasure.

Let me hear Your voice
For Your voice is sweet, sweeter than honey.
Let me see Your face
For Your face is lovely, lovely, lovely.

Lovely Christ
The Spirit's passion to praise.
Lovely Christ
Unsearchable in Your ways.
Lovely Christ
You never cease to amaze.

Lovely Christ
Transcendent, perfect, and sure.
Lovely Christ
Bridegroom of sinners made pure.
Lovely Christ
Your faithfulness will endure.
Lovely Christ
My true and never-failing Friend.
(Words and Music by Andrew Case)

Thursday, December 21, 2006

New Links!


I have added new links on here that may be of interest. The first two are excellent resources for gaining further knowledge of tuberous sclerosis, as well as the current resources and research available~
The "Currently Reading" list has also been updated. While there are a couple of books I just haven't been able to put down, I figured it was time for a good novel during the holiday season~

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

The Homeschool-Public School Debate and Beyond


This entry has very little to do with finding a Google image that freakishly resembles pictures of myself from 15 years ago...once a school nerd, always a school nerd!
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No, this post has more to do with an individual's blog I came across a few days ago. I left a comment in response to this young man's entry and now, mere days later, the total comments left for this one post on his blog number eleven. My guess is that he will receive a few more comments beyond the current amount. This young man, whom I assume is a fellow seminary student, posted a critique of Tim Challies' decision to send his children to public school. To have an initial idea of Challies' approach, convictions, and decision on the matter (or if you aren't familiar with Challies), you can read his entry "Why I Do Not Homeschool (Part 2)" at:
http://www.challies.com/archives/002250.php .
There is a "Part 1" from the previous day, but some of the points he highlights are repeated in this particular entry.
It should not take one long to see that the conversation at hand is not merely in regard to homeschool versus public school, but are responses to one person's critique of Tim Challies' decision. I have attempted to be very clear in my response (two comments) to this man's critique, carefully pointing out concerns to be considered when critiquing another's convictions, such concerns beginning even with the title of his entry. The post entitled "2 Lousy Reasons Not to Homeschool by Tim Challies" can be viewed at:
http://alindsey4.blogspot.com/2006/12/2-lousy-reasons-not-to-homeschool-by.html .
A dear friend has also taken part in the comments, and I am now posting the links here in order that some of you may hopefully offer your two cents on the matter. Because I have friends on both sides of the issue, the pros and cons to either homeschool or public school, I am interested in your opinions and approaches to the matter. Hopefully, you will catch a glimpse of where I stand currently after reading the comments I have posted on this person's blog thus far.


**UPDATE 12/21/2006**: One of the individuals who commented has offered a link to her own blog where she cites an article written by Voddie Bauchum. Bauchum comes from the perspective of one who has chosen to homeschool his children, but he points out crucial considerations for parents who make either decision in regard to educating their children.
http://spunkyhomeschool.blogspot.com/2006/11/lost-key-to-discipleship.html
http://www.voddiebaucham.org/Blog/4778995B-00A2-47D4-A5B5-BD3C720DC96D.html

Friday, December 15, 2006

Not My Joy to Give


The two dogs that take up residence in my cozy, little apartment are a precious joy in my life. I am often weary from the days work, whether it be the 8-5 schedule at work during the holidays or wondering how I am going to make it to the end of the day balancing schoolwork on top of everything else. The hectic schedule can quickly take over, and I know myself well enough to know that I need simple reminders here and there of joy and the necessity of quiet rest. Even when I forget it's there, I receive that reminder everyday when I walk in the front door. I'm greeted by a large collie who makes it her responsibility to keep the couch warm and pay attention to the latest Fox News headlines. I then go into my room, open the door of a tiny kennel compared to Nali's, and I'm instantaneously welcomed home by a little bundle of energy just bursting to get all up in my business and knock me over (as if a 20-pound puppy can do such a thing). During those times, even if it is just for a brief moment, I sit on the floor of my bedroom and exhale.
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I will forever be able to look back and see when I received both dogs as very significant times in my life. Nali came into the picture just months into my relationship with my boyfriend, during a time when I was first learning how to truly enjoy, rest, breathe, and love. She brought me greater joy than I could have expected, and just days into having her I couldn't imagine life without her. In the past three years, I have developed a unique relationship with her. We've been through several moves together and she is the most sensitive dog I have ever known. I could look at her and see how the Lord has changed my heart over these years, stripping away comfortable walls of selfishness and fear.
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Maia is still somewhat new to the scene as I received her a few short months ago, and yet I am beginning to feel like she has always been in the picture. She did rub Nali the wrong way during those first few weeks, and I was beginning to wonder what had happened to my sweet, all-loving dog. Maia came at a much different time, yet the significance of the weeks leading to purchasing her is no less great. This past year has had more highs and lows than I can remember as I was faced with very weighty, sobering medical concerns. My own medical issues were followed by my older brother having cancer mere weeks after my own news. I ended the spring semester of school exhausted and in seemingly desperate need of rest. The Lord was ever-present, leading me through that unexpected valley, and as the summer months came, He was gracious in giving me such rest. Along with the rest came the idea for something new and fresh--enter Maia into the picture. She came to me already having braved the flight from the breeder in Missouri, and literally hit the ground running from day one with me trying to keep up. Ever since, she has brought such laughter and fun to my apartment, all the while giving Nali some sisterly attention (and notice I said sisterly, as friendly would indicate that Nali is ready to be her best buddy all the time...).
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I love these girls more than I could have imagined, and there is only One who has imparted such care. The care and nurturing instinct I have for them did not come naturally. I didn't even fully realize it until getting Nali three years ago, but I really had no clue as to what it looked or felt like to care for another. Not only was I learning what love looked like on a daily basis, very practically in word and deed, but I was given this new puppy who was, from that point forward, my sole responsibility. Before I prolong this any further, I must admit that my boyfriend is much more eloquent than I am, and does so in a way that is concise and penetrates straight to the heart. With that said, in closing, I will leave you with a snippet he wrote over a year ago on his former blog. What he says is so incredibly articulate, warms my heart, and reminds me of the overwhelming joy I find in those little things too easily missed in everyday life. Not only am I reminded of the joy I have been given, but I am reminded of the gracious, merciful Giver of such wonderful gifts--
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"As a Seminary student, it's easy to get enraveled in the hard 'issues' and doctrinal concepts and forget the sweet and simple measures of grace we are afforded more than occasionally. Dark and uncertain days are certain to come, and we're promised no end to that reality this side of eternity. Where shall we find joy? In Christ, of course! But what do we mean when we say that. One could say much when asked, but for me it's in the small blessings and in the everyday grace we are afforded that the Christian may find the earmarks of the careful and loving leading of the only One who can satisfy our thirsting souls with living water....She brings me joy because she's not the end of the process. It's Who that silly dog makes me turn to and see, thank, and know. If not for that, Nali would be nothing more than yet another distraction (albeit a cute one) in an increasingly crowded life. She would entertain for certain, but not bring joy. Why? Because Joy isn't hers to give. And it's not anyone or anything else's to give either."
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Tuesday, December 12, 2006

A "Flash"


I have a running list of "natural highs" in life, those little things that make your heart swell--things that may go unnoticed by others. Whether receiving a handwritten letter or beholding the first morning snow of the season, there are very precious moments when time seems to stand still and I can never seem to savor it enough.
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Rather than still being overwhelmed by my list of books to read, I decided to dive right in once the school semester had officially ended. I didn't linger on choosing one for long, as I knew that I was in the mood for a novel. I'm about one-third of the way through with Emily of New Moon (L.M. Montgomery). I'm so glad I chose this one to read, one significant reason being that something early on in Montgomery's story resonated with something inside of me. Do you ever get the feeling that you're trying your best to describe something to someone, but feel like you're failing miserably due to not having even close to the right words to describe what you're thinking? I do quite often...

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It had always seemed to Emily, ever since she could remember, that she was very, very near to a world of wonderful beauty. Between it and herself hung only a thin curtain; she could never draw the curtain aside --but sometimes, just for a moment, a wind fluttered it and then it was as if she caught a glimpse of the enchanting realm beyond--only a glimpse--and heard a note of unearthly music.
This moment came rarely--went swiftly, leaving her breathless with the inexpressible delight of it. She could never recall it--never summon it--never pretend it' but the wonder of it stayed with her for days. It never came twice with the same thing. To-night the dark boughs against that far-off sky had given it. It had come with a high, wild note of wind in the night, with a shadow wave over a ripe field, with a greybird lighting on her window-sill in a storm, with the singing of "Holy, holy, holy" in church, with a glimpse of the kitchen fire when she had come home on a dark autumn night, with the spirit-like blue of ice palms on a twilit pane, with a felicitous new word when she was writing down a "description" of something. And always when the flash came to her Emily felt that life was a wonderful, mysterious thing of persistent beauty.
She scuttled back to the house in the hollow, through the gathering twilight, all agog to get home and write down her "description" before the memory picture of what she had seen grew a little blurred. She knew just how she would begin it--the sentence seemed to shape itself in her mind: "The hill called to me and something in me called back to it." (Chapter 1, Emily of New Moon, L.M. Montgomery)

Thursday, December 07, 2006

From One Generation to Another

(image courtesy of www.nctimes.com)
PEARL HARBOR, Hawaii — This will be their last visit to this watery grave to share stories, exchange smiles, find peace and salute their fallen friends.
This, they say, will be their final farewell. With their number quickly dwindling, survivors of Pearl Harbor will gather Thursday one last time to honor those killed by the Japanese 65 years ago, and to mark a date that lives in infamy. "This will be one to remember," said Mal Middlesworth, president of the Pearl Harbor Survivors Association. "It's going to be something that we'll cherish forever." The survivors have met here every five years for four decades, but they're now in their 80s or 90s and are not counting on a 70th reunion. They have made every effort to report for one final roll call. "We're like the dodo bird. We're almost extinct," said Middlesworth, now an 83-year-old retiree from Upland, California, but then — on Dec. 7, 1941 — an 18-year-old Marine on the USS San Francisco. Nearly 500 survivors from across the nation were expected to make the trip to Hawaii, bringing with them 1,300 family members, numerous wheelchairs and too many haunting memories. Memories of a shocking, two-hour aerial raid that destroyed or heavily damaged 21 ships and 320 aircraft, that killed 2,390 people and wounded 1,178 others, that plunged the United States into World War II and set in motion the events that led to atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. "I suspect not many people have thought about this, but we're witnessing history," said Daniel Martinez, chief historian at the USS Arizona Memorial. "We are seeing the passing of a generation."
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Former NBC anchor Tom Brokaw, who dubbed Americans who came of age during the Great Depression and World War II "the greatest generation," agreed to be keynote speaker for Thursday's ceremony. A moment of silence at 7:55 a.m. was to mark the time when the attack began. Martinez, the USS Arizona historian, likened it to another reunion 68 years ago — the final gathering of Civil War veterans in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, when aging warriors in blue and gray shook hands and shared war stories. In 1938, as in 2006, the nation faced an uncertain future in a world gripped by conflict. "The passing of that generation had its moment and we're going to have ours," he said.
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My grandfather was stationed in Guadalcanal during WWII and wasn't able to see my uncle for the first three years of his life. My sweet grandmother kept in touch with her beloved husband as much as possible, writing love letters back and forth and wondering in anticif she would receive one in return. I remember listening to stories she would tell of the time when he was away, being toosed back and forth between the feelings of pride and fear. Very little was told from his side of the story--of the things he saw, battles he fought, comrades he saw fall. I cannot begin to comprehend what that season in history was like for them, and I am still amazed even though the Lord has called them both home in recent years.
This time in history moves me to reflect in a way much different than others. Because this generation of men is so significant in our nation's history, I begin wondering about other generations that have followed. What were these men who lived through WWII remembered by? What examples did they leave behind for their family and friends? How have other generations compared or contrasted to such sacrifice and bravery?
My other grandfather was overseas during the Korean War and so close to the action that he still gets choked up when attempting to recollect a certain event. His aim with a rifle is unbeatable, his love for country unmatched, and my family knows that comprehending his firsthand experience in Korea is unfathomable. He never talks about things he saw during his service.
When I fastward to today, to the generation by which I am defined in our society, I wonder at how we will be remembered. There are men and women my ages and younger fighting overseas as I type, and I get knots in my stomach whenever I hear of someone denegrating their service. I am not one to wave flags around, wearing shirts that say "God Bless America" or "I'm Proud to Be an American" on them, but I am mindful of the country in which the Lord has called me to live. This country spans the spectrum when it comes to pride versus humility or rights versus rules. I am oftentimes discouraged by the ways in which the media portrays the current war, and I can't help but wonder what it must be like for the individuals over there who here of such opposition. I am slow to being idealistic in thinking this country will ever be truly unified. Maybe that is why I look back at my grandparents' generation with such admiration. Even if there were select groups opposed to WWII during that period of time, individuals who rejected the idea of Americans getting involved in the war, they have largely been long-forgotten. The perseverance of noble, humble men is what remains embedded in our history and memories.
With that said, the question remains open-ended for a young woman in the midst of a postmodern, over-medicated culture: how will we be remembered by the generations to come?

Monday, December 04, 2006

Once Upon a Time...


Several weeks ago, just shortly after Fall Break in October, I found myself in conversation with a girl in one of my classes. We were simply catching up on some different things, especially since classes had just resumed after the break. We talked about our boyfriends and what all we did during Fall Break. I then began telling her of three different girls I had talked to at school, two of which are close friends with each other, who had similar "stories": each had met the young man they were dating during the first week of school this semester, and were already either engaged or at least ring shopping by mid-October. I was telling her how neat it was that they were all in similar seasons of life, and how funny it was to hear of stories that were, yet again, so different from my own. This girl I was talking with then tilted her head slightly and said half-jokingly, "So when are you going to have a story to tell?" I then tilted my head in the same manner and responded, "I do have a story. Mine's just been going on for three years instead of three months."

I wouldn't say that I was offended by the question asked, but I have had a difficult time trying to come up with the appropriate word to articulate my feelings on the matter. I don't know how often it is that I am asked questions about the relationship I am in: when this and that are going to take place, how crazy it is that I've been with the same person for so long and we still haven't even transitioned into engagement yet. I've become rather used to the questions, but this particular conversation was quite different. I find it to be two completely different scenarios for someone to simply say, "Wow, you guys have been together for a long time," rather than imply that we don't have the supposed ideal relationship because of how long we've been together. The attitude and tone behind the question was of such implication. I can't say that I was offended necessarily because I was also saddened. This girl actually asked me when I was going to have a story, when...is not the Lord, the Creator and Sustainer, the very One who ordains and sets such things in place? I cannot read passages such as Psalm 139 and think that He has not already written the story of my life. He is the Author, the One who penned the details, and the more time goes by, the more I am overwhelmed and thankful for how He has and is at work in this relationship. I say to others with great humility that I am not the person I once was. I can look over the past three years and see very specific seasons the Lord has led me through, all part of the sanctification process as I have learned to put one's cares and interests above my own. I have at least started knowing what it looks like to actively love someone, what it means to apply 1 Corinthians 13 and Philippians to everyday occurrences. There are so many memories and significant times of growth packed into these past three years, and would such have been the case in a matter of months? No. This precious story, the one written before time began, is the one for me. This music was not composed for anyone else, and any other music would not be that which the Lord composed for me. This is how He has shown Himself in my life, this is how He has shown me that I truly am His child, and this is how He has so painfully and wonderfully refined me. The gift of grace I did not deserve has been manifested in my relationship to this man in a very unique, matchless way, and I have seen countless glimpses of the Father's love and patience and trust and faithfulness in him. There are women who, years ago, were of encouragement in reminding me that the Lord was already at work on my story. Even before I could comprehend that there was a story set in place, He knew the details because He spoke them into existence.

Such a question seems to cheapen the grace, beauty and handiwork of the story.


Saturday, December 02, 2006

Friday, December 01, 2006


Hallelujah, Christ Jesus is Born

Hallelujah, Christ Jesus is born
A Savior a Way for mending hearts that sin has torn
Hallelujah, Christ Jesus is born
A Savior a Way for hearts to be reborn

Hallelujah, dear Lamb crucified
A Savior a Way for cleansing sin and giving life
Hallelujah, dear Lamb crucified
A Savior a Way for giving hearts new life

Glory to God in the highest forever
Sing Hallelujah, He is Lord of everything
Glory to God in the highest forever
Lamb crucified, He is Christ the Risen King

Hallelujah, Christ Jesus is King
A Savior a Way for fallen man to be redeemed
Hallelujah, Christ Jesus is King
A Savior a Way for hearts to be made clean

Glory to God in the highest forever
Sing Hallelujah, He is Lord of everything
Glory to God in the highest forever
Lamb crucified, He is Christ the Risen King


(D. Jernigan)