Wednesday, November 26, 2008

The Person In My Life I'm Most Thankful For!

Rick and I met in 1970, just before he left for Army 'basic training' at Ft. Ord, California





We got reacquainted just before he shipped out to Okinawa for 18 months. After a year-and-a-half of communication only through letters and cassette tapes, we were married in August of 1973. The photo below was taken about 1980.




This photo was taken just a couple of days before our 35th wedding anniversary.


After 35 years, Rick is still 'my lover and my best friend'


and the earthly relationship I most cherish!







Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Thanksgiving Long Ago



Thanksgiving-time at our home in Santa Rosa, Calif. circa 1979-80, might have been our last holiday before we moved back to Glenn. Charity was 5 or 6, Chris was 3 or 4

Notice fall window-clings and a 'turkey' signed by Charity. The 'horsie' looks tired!


Grandpa Richard looks happier, probably had a nap after all that 'horse play'.


Now it's approaching Christmas...note the fabulous decorations in our dining room!
We're not sure why Chris is hiding his face...as you know, he's not usually shy! Charity speculated he might not want to show off his new shirt Grandma Esther (pictured) and Grandpa Richard brought him from their trip to Acapulco...





Friday, November 21, 2008

'Smoke and Vinegar'

We were very hopeful when we started our new job...The first year in Las Cruces was financially lean. So we were very thankful for the Providence of such generous compensation that included a beautiful new home to live in as well as a salary.

We knew the demands of the position would be difficult. We are on duty from 6 a.m. to 10 p.m., and must keep the office open six days per week. But, we have a lot of free time during any given day - time to read, study, watch t.v. and play on the internet. We can even take turns napping - which at our age is a big plus! And we can have the grandkids over pretty much whenever we want..an even BIGGER plus!

The first two months on the job were great, the bosses were pleased with sales and all seemed right with the Lopez world.

The bosses - a father-in-law/son-in-law partnership - own another self-storage property in town. There had been management turn-over at that location. The manager who started the same time as I did in April only lasted a couple of months. By mid-July - when our property, Discount, opened for business, yet another management team was just coming on board there.

As with any new job or similar transition, there's a learning curve. But I didn't realize how high the expectations were on our success at Discount. Our sales were great from the outset. Our numbers were phenomonal, in fact...way beyond expectation.

That's why we couldn't understand why the owner's didn't seem more pleased or complimentary. (Not that the good sales really have that much to do with us - the place is brand new and the features sell themselves.) But, we weren't getting any real feedback either way from the owners, and I sensed that they just weren't pleased.

This created tremendous stress - for me particularly. Because I'm the employee of 'record'. Rick, as usual, is EYE CANDY, the pretty face! The senior owner seemed perpetually irritated with me, and when he'd even walk in the door, my blood pressure would shoot up about 20 points. One day at a staff meeting, I was singled out for a critique of my 'phone-sales' skills...I was sick the rest of the day after that. I just couldn't seem to make anyone happy. And the stress got worse.

We came back from our wonderful visit to meet our new granddaughter in Bellingham dreading what might have happened while we were gone. I'm a great believer in the zen of 'Survivor'. It's a fact it doesn't usually go well for the player sent to Exile Island. Being away from the 'community' of the tribe is usually detrimental. "Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer' is sage advice. So, coming back to the 'tribe', not knowing if our alliance was in tact, caused some anxiety. And the situation seemed to be deteriorating - again. We started to seriously pray about looking for another job. I just feel I'm getting too old for the kind of pressure I was under.

Then, late last week, things took a surprising turn. Without warning, we learned that there was to be a management change - not at Discount, but at the other self-storage location. The scrutiny and seeming-dissatisfaction was a whip-saw effect of the owner's building a case against the other management team. Without going into any detail, it was not a good situation, and a change was made...and the other team was 'out'. The heat we had felt was only reflective and not directed toward us. The owners are quite happy with our performance, but they were under so much pressure from the other situation, they acted suspiciously toward us too. The attitude changed immediately - like night to day.

The day I learned about the management change at the other property, I was finishing a lesson in Proverbs on 'Work', a topic I've found fascinating since beginning a study of the biblical doctrine of 'Calling' last year. Proverbs 10:26, in the ESV, says 'Like vinegar to the teeth and smoke to the eyes, so is the sluggard to those who send him.' We affect others by the quality of our work. We vex and trouble our employers when we are not faithful as we perform our given tasks.

Matthew Henry's commentary on this verse is insightful: 'A slothful servant
is to his master as uneasy and troublesome as vinegar to the teeth and smoke to
the eyes; he provokes his passion, as vinegar sets the teeth on edge,
and occasions him grief to see his business
neglected and undone, as smoke sets the eyes a weeping.'
But the verse doesn't let the employer off the hook.
'Those that are guilty of so great an oversight as to entrust such with any affair, and put confidence in them, will certainly have vexation with them.'
I don't know how you can be 'sure' you've got a good person when you hire them. You interview, you check references, you might even do a criminal background check. But, you do have to 'trust' at some point they they will do the job they've been hired to do.

I just know that our owners have been been 'vexed' greatly with personnel issues lately. Providentally, they are Christian men and I'm sure that if nothing else, all these trials and afflictions are serving the Purpose of their sanctification.

I also know that we have been - at present -delivered from a great trial too. I'm so thankful I won't be packing to move again in the near future!

Monday, November 17, 2008

Who's Your Grandpa?

The 'Confessional Rev', whose blog I follow, is a young guy, but in his most recent post, he tells a story of being mistaken for someone's grandpa.

Earlier today I read about the '25 Hottest Hunks' and was extremely surprised at how many of them are rather mature in appearance...graying at the temples and in their goatees etc. Apparently, it's the 'in' look....and I for one am thrilled, considering MY advanced years...And, I was mistakenly identified as the 'mother' of my 6 mo. old baby brother when I was 10!

As I commented to 'Confessional Rev', 'It's not the years, it's the mileage'

Highlights From Our Day Off: O Day of Rest and Gladness

Since our one day off from work is Sunday, our 'free' time begins when we close the office at the end of the business day on Saturday...here are a few highlights from this week's 'liberty'...

  • 5:15 p.m. Saturday, painted a 'Watch Your Step' sign in front of the office door...too many little old ladies are tripping 'up' the step
  • 6 p.m. Dinner at the newest Irish pub...delicious Shepherd's Pie for me, steak for Rick and some Harp beer on tap...and since someone 'made a mistake' and poured two, he got a second one for FREE...
  • 7 p.m. A short-lived shopping trip for Judi...too tired to 'play' and an unexpected hypoglycemic episode saw us arrive back home before 8 p.m. After I felt recovered, we watched 'Casino Royale' on DVD so we could be 'caught up' in case we get to see the 'new' Bond movie which just opened this weekend. At the rate we're seeing movies, we'll have to watch 'Casino Royale' again before we see 'Quantum of Solace'.

THE LORD'S DAY

  • 5:30 a.m. Up-and-attum to put finishing touches on desserts prepared for consumption by students at their Reformed University Fellowship luncheon after worship...
  • 5:45 Coffee, breakfast and Sunday morning devotions
  • 7 a.m. Rick checks the property to make sure all is well after Saturday night...the Discount property borders a rather rough neighborhood...
  • 8:30 a.m. I'm helping with Sunday School, so we're loading the car and I realize I'm missing something - vital, in fact - and I can't go to church without it...we search and search and search...I pray, 'Lord, help me find this thing. I don't know where it is, but You do...' a few minutes I find 'it' under the seat of the car..hee, hee.
  • 9:05 a.m. We're off, but now it's too late for me to help with Sunday School and the teacher recruited someone else. I feel bad, but what can I do, I was Providentially hindered from getting there on time.
  • 12 noon. Home from worship...breakfast for lunch...mmm...I'm going to take a nap, Rick is (GASP) watching football while he enjoys his Sabbath rest...however, a tenant has other plans for him...
  • 1 p.m. In a modern day application of getting the ox out of the ditch, Rick is called upon to help a tenant jump start his vehicle.
  • 3 p.m. More cooking...this time for the church Thanksgiving supper at 5:30...first, a huge recipe of mashed potatoes. I mash, slather with butter and keep warm in my crockpot.
  • 4 p.m. I decide it's time to un-mold my cranberry/raspberry jello salad...the ingredients are sure to please - apples, celery, walnuts and cranberry folded into a fabulous raspberry jello mixed with cream cheese and whipped cream...well, I've never made a jello mold before, but I've read you should unmold it by dipping it briefly in hot water. I over-do with the hot water and the thing begins to melt like the wicked witch. I quickly slide it on to the serving plate - and now it's sitting in a puddle of pink goo - and hope for the best.
  • 4:45 p.m. Time is short and we start loading the car...I make sure I know where 'it' is, so we don't have a repeat of the morning's stressful search. Time to get the jello into the car...the puddle has congealed, but the jello mold looks like something the cat threw up...I scrape off the pink goo and eat it...mmmm, best 'cat puke' I ever tasted...but will anyone at the dinner be brave enough to try it?
  • 5:30 The feasting begins...we share a table and some good conversation with a fellow member who's background is Church of the Nazarene - same as me. Brought back lots of memories...Sister Snider's inevitable weekly 'special in song'...Flossie McCorkle's spirited piano playing...inumerable testimonies from the (same) faithful declaring that they had been 'saved and sanctified' (again) (and again)
  • 7:30 p.m. and we've packed up the leftover mashed 'taters and (only a small portion) of the yummy pink jelly...to my surprise and delight SOMEONE liked it, they really liked it...or some over-anxious child accidentally knocked the plate and spilled it off on to the floor in their frenzy to get to the GREEN jello...don't ask, don't tell...let me bask in my success.
  • 8 p.m. Rick is back in front of the T.V. for (GASP) more football, and I'm upstairs cleaning up the kitchen. I decide to put the potato peels down the disposal...GIGANTIC mistake...I guess it was too much - even for our brand new disposal. First thing I know, there's water leaking everywhere and I turn off the disposal and open the cupboard doors under the sink. Water is gushing out of the pipe and the inside of the doors, not to mention EVERYTHING under the sink, is covered with potato-peel pulp. I almost don't call Rick, but I didn't want him to feel BAD that I didn't ask him to exercise his calling by helping me clean up. As it ended up, we BOTH cleaned up, but we can't fix the problem. I called the owners for service, but they didn't send anyone out today. I guess they had bigger fish to fry...but those 'fish' couldn't small any worse than my kitchen does right at this moment. The residual potato peels are starting to rot in the warm November Las Cruces heat...do you know what rotting potato smells like? I have a feeling it's going to get a lot worse...
  • 9 p.m. The kitchen is as good as it's going to get and Rick and I both settle down for some (GASP) T.V.
  • 10 p.m. We get ready for bed, but my stomach is upset from the Thanksgiving feast, so I end the Lord's Day in some discomfort...but it was worth it and I can't wait to see what our next day off has in store...only 6 days to labor until then!

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Prayer and the Sovereignty of God

A great article by by Jeremy Smith, executive director of reformation21, and is a helpful follow-up to my last post.

All That Can Be Done

Like many Christian believers, we’ve been pondering the results and ramifications of the Presidential election. I don’t know that we’ll say anything in this short piece that someone else hasn’t already thought of and presented more articulately, but a couple of scriptures came to mind. They both have a theme of earnest prayer in the midst of a life and death situation.

In Isaiah chapter 38, King Hezekiah became mortally ill and was told by the prophet Isaiah that he would die. Hezekiah believed the prophet and set about to make peace with God. After a season of Hezekiah’s beseeching the Almighty, the Word of the Lord came to Isaiah, that he should inform King Hezekiah that his life would be extended for another fifteen years. Not only that, Hezekiah and his city would be spared from the hand of the king of Assyria. Good news, indeed! Hezekiah was delivered from his life-threatening illness and from the hand of his arch enemy in the same breath.

Before I get to my point, though, you may be asking, “Did God change His mind….based on the merit of the King’s prayers or for any other reason?” The short answer is NO. It would be totally against God’s character and revealed attributes for that to happen. However, since finite, mortal creatures do not know the mind of God, it may appear that He has made an exception. I feel assured that’s not the case. In commenting on this passage, Calvin observes that from Hezekiah’s perspective, God may have changed His mind or relented the decree of death, but, in fact, God had ordained the circumstances and events for His divine purposes.
Another biblical example of fervent prayer in the midst of crisis is David’s prayer for his firstborn child with Bathsheba.

From II Samuel 12, “Then the LORD struck the child that Uriah’s widow bore to David, so that he was very sick. 16 David therefore inquired of God for the child; and David fasted and went and lay all night on the ground. 17 The elders of his household stood beside him in order to raise him up from the ground, but he was unwilling and would not eat food with them. 18 Then it happened on the seventh day that the child died. And the servants of David were afraid to tell him that the child was dead, for they said, “Behold, while the child was still alive, we spoke to him and he did not listen to our voice. How then can we tell him that the child is dead, since he might do himself harm!” 19 But when David saw that his servants were whispering together, David perceived that the child was dead; so David said to his servants, “Is the child dead?” And they said, “He is dead.” 20 So David arose from the ground, washed, anointed himself, and changed his clothes; and he came into the house of the LORD and worshiped. Then he came to his own house, and when he requested, they set food before him and he ate. 21 Then his servants said to him, “What is this thing that you have done? While the child was alive, you fasted and wept; but when the child died, you arose and ate food.” 22 He said, “While the child was still alive, I fasted and wept; for I said, ‘Who knows, the LORD may be gracious to me, that the child may live.’ 23 “But now he has died; why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I will go to him, but he will not return to me.” “
David sought the LORD as long as there was the tiniest shred of hope left that the child might recover and live. His prayer was fervent, earnest, and heartfelt. As the life of this helpless infant hung in the balance, the father cried out to God with the anguish known only to a parent when faced with a tragedy of this magnitude.
However, the child died and when David became aware of the outcome, he immediately went back to a normal routine. Not that he didn’t care or was unmoved by the loss. But I think David was aware that he had done the most important thing he could do by submitting to God’s gracious will.

In these two accounts, I see some implications and examples for the church as we attempt to cope with the events of the past couple of weeks.

If we believe in Divine Providence, we should be convinced that however troubling to us, God’s Purpose has been served by the election of Barack Obama as our President. However, because of this man’s stand on abortion and stem cell research, we know the lives of countless unborn children hang in the balance. And there are other related and concerning issues that threaten the practice of biblical values and the observance of God’s commands. In the foreseeable future, the practice of orthodox and biblical Christianity could well be outlawed!

If we as Christians are concerned about losing freedoms we have enjoyed – but possibly taken for granted, more than just a little - the most important thing we can do is engage in heartfelt, fervent, earnest, as-if-our-life-depended-on-it-because-it-does PRAYER! We must keep on praying and beseeching God until He delivers us – as in the case of King Hezekiah or until death – as in the case of David praying for his son!

But we mustn’t give in and we mustn’t give up. We must not assume there’s nothing that can be done or that God can’t or won’t intervene. Let us not live to regret not doing the least and the most we could do.

Let us not be ‘faithless, but believing’ – not in a human political leader, system or particular ideology – in the ability of the Supreme Ruler of all.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

How Are You Spending Your 'Extra' Hour?

POSSIBLE WAYS TO USE YOUR ‘EXTRA’ HOUR:

Sleep off your Halloween hangover
Cram in a year’s worth of flossing and impress your dentist at your next check-up

Beat your personal best at Sudoku
Get a head start on your Thanksgiving menu
Do like Oprah and make a vision board
See how many tequila shots you can do
Throw a “bonus hour” party and then kick everyone out when 60 minutes are up

Hit the post-Halloween candy sale at Rite-Aid
Sharpen all your kitchen knives
Make a playlist of all your favorite Prince songs

Back-up your software
Get in touch with your inner self
Make a collage of Sarah Palin/Barack Obama quotes
Push back your cuticles

Give your dog a bath
Make a batch of oatmeal cookies
Take a yoga class
Learn to count to ten in Japanese
Take an online Mensa quiz
Holla atcha boys

Fall Back Moms: What To Do With Your Extra Hour
by Jen Singer
Before I had kids, I knew what to do with the extra hour that Fall Back provides each October. I slept in. I read the newspaper over a mochachino at the corner Starbucks. I took a long, hot bath. I napped. But now that I spend upwards of 14 hours a day taking care of two little boys, an extra hour is the last thing I need. I usually spend it doing more of the same thing anyway: wiping glitter glue off the refrigerator handle, extracting graham crackers from the VCR and breaking up fights over a Batman doll that has just one leg and half a cape. Yet, after several years of Fall Backs, I have come up with some clever things moms can do with their extra hour. Here are a few of the activities that have kept me busy year after year:
1. Explain to your two-year-old why 4:30 a.m. is an ungodly hour to wake up for the day.
2. Memorize the dialogue in "Finding Nemo." Then stage a reenactment of the movie for your husband when your toddler wakes everyone up again at 4:30 the next day.
3. Write your resume with the plastic alphabet-shaped magnets on the refrigerator door while you let the kids play the drums on your Tupperware because, darn-it, it's only 3 p.m.
4. Make a big pile of leaves. Hide in it.
5. Play the Wiggles' "Nicky Nacky Nocky Noo" over and over backwards, searching for hidden meaning.
6. Send out a distress signal using the pans from your kid's Easy-Bake oven and the sun, since it's up earlier now. Just like you.
7. Let the air out of your husband's car tires, so he can find out on Monday what it's like to "Fall Back" into an extra hour with the kids.
8. Send your brood into the garage -- where hubby is putting air in his tires -- with the toy kazoos your mother-in-law gave them, and call it "quality time."
9. Count the hours until Spring Ahead mercifully makes you lose an hour. Just 3,864 hours to go!


How I spent my extra hour

My View

Marc Kozak
Issue date: 10/30/06

While many students used Saturday night to celebrate Halloween, I was busy getting ready for a more important holiday: Daylight Savings Time. I like DST better than Christmas, particularly the fall version where we gain a seemingly magical extra hour. As great as it is, I kind of wish that we'd mix it up every once in a while; how fun would it be if the next time we're supposed to turn back the clocks, we turn it back like nine hours? This way, when you get done with class or work, the sun is just coming up. And you wouldn't have to worry about creepy people following you when you're walking home from a party because it'd be light out.If you ended up forgetting about the time change on Sunday and woke up early for work or something, you totally could've slept in an extra hour. You blew it. However, you can live vicariously through me and how I spent my bonus hour of life.Sat., Oct. 28, 11:58 p.m.: Woke up from my nine-hour nap that was taken to prepare for the extra hour. Hey, when I went to bed on April 2, I lost an hour while I was unconscious. You better believe I'm going to be awake in order to get it back.

Sun., Oct. 29, 12:03 a.m.: Subtly mentioned to my roommate that I had just seen a news story predicting worldwide computer and electrical failure when savings time struck at 2 a.m. He seemed mildly concerned but went off to bed. I wished aloud that I could have his extra hour too, since he didn't seem to care about it.

12:37 a.m.: Reviewed my itinerary of things to do in the extra hour. Made a last minute change by replacing "prank call Dominos" with "throw vegetables into traffic."

1:25 a.m.: Watched some Star Trek episode about going back in time in order to get in the proper state of mind. I'm not sure that things I do in this extra hour will alter the space-time continuum, but if they do I hope the parts of high school where I was shoved into lockers are erased.

1:57 a.m.: Used the lavatory. Even though I hadn't eaten or drank anything since Friday, I had to be absolutely positive that not a single second of my extra hour would be wasted in the bathroom.

Zero hour - 2:00 a.m. / 1:00 a.m. again: Did a brief dance, followed immediately by listening to Cher's "If I Could Turn Back Time." Nodded thoughtfully during the instrumental breakdown.1:06 a.m.: Called friend overseas in Japan to tell her I was calling from the past. She said that they didn't use daylight savings time and that because of the time zone difference they were already 15 hours ahead of my time anyway. I hung up and asked myself why I was still friends with her in the first place.

1:17 a.m.: Giggled to myself as I shut off the main power breaker to the house in order to scare my roommate about the power failure I mentioned earlier. Quickly realized that he was asleep in a dark room and wouldn't even notice. Found some solace in the fact that at least now he would have to reset all of his clocks, but then remembered he would've had to anyway because of the time change. Kicked a trash can out of disappointment.

1:22 a.m.: Mailed my aunt a thank you card for the ugly sweater she got me for Christmas last year. My parents had been bugging me about doing it for months, but I told them I didn't have the time. Unfortunately now I did.

1:34 a.m.: Used the bathroom. I knew I should not have had that Gatorade last Thursday.

1:41 a.m.: Watched a little of an episode of Nip/Tuck to see what the fuss was all about since I never have time to watch it when it regularly airs. Quickly became angry and lit my DVD player on fire.

1:50 a.m.: Read four pages from the DaVinci Code because I never have time to read books for leisure. Quickly became bored and decided to rent the movie later instead.

1:55 a.m.: Finally ended hunger strike by eating an enormous burrito.

2:00 a.m. (again): Went back to bed after realizing that I had to go to work in a few hours. Suddenly wished that the day had a few more extra hours in it.So while most people were enjoying the extra hour of sleep, I was up getting things accomplished. There aren't many times where you can have a free hour of time to use as you please, and I totally took advantage of it. Of course, now my sleeping pattern is all messed up, and I'll have to spend the next few days catching up, but that's beside the point.