Farm Fresh

We have friends who raise chickens and we buy their delicious fresh eggs each week. Since they are a whole lot prettier than store-bought eggs I just had to take a picture. 

Spring!

 Personally, I think spring is the most beautiful time of the year. Five minutes from our house we have some lovely gardens that are in full bloom at the moment. We walked around the gardens yesterday afternoon, drinking in the sunshine and floral beauty.

The gardens are right on the water

Unsuspecting picture

As the main photographer of the family, I don't have a lot of pictures of yourself. I tried to remedy that by having my mom take lots of pictures of me yesterday. Even though I tried lots of poses, I liked this one best, the one my mom took of me unexpectedly.

Spring Cleaning

 Many people greatly dislike spring cleaning but I must say I quite enjoy it. I love organizing and seeing a disastrous mess come clean. Today, as a family we organized our attic which had not been touched in almost 11 years. As you can see, it needed some help!

Before..

...and after!! 

Personally, I think it looks a whole lot better. And because there were six of us working it only took 2 hours.

We also found some interesting things like a turtle shell and our great grandmother's trophy for having the best garden in the neighborhood (on the outback of Australia).

This is some of what we threw away, mostly empty boxes. 

Signs of Spring

Here are some signs of spring that have sprung up around our home

Pollen

Falling leaves

 We have a lot of live oaks and they lose their leaves in the spring instead of the fall

New life in our garden

The dog starts shedding...

And my favorite part...all the beautiful flowers. 

Missionary Lives

These collages seem to be popping everywhere for moms, students, doctors, and everything in between. I found this one of missionary wives quite funny. 

I especially appreciated the "what nationals think we do." This is one of the biggest challenges of being a missionary. Should they live just like those around them, or use their resources to build a comfortable house because labor and supplies are so cheap? Nobody seems to know the answer. 

And in regards to the "what the secular world thinks we do," if you ever ask a missionary what they do they will generally not say, "I am sharing God's love with the people of ____." In my experience, missionaries always have a job such as a pilot, doctor, translator, electrician, etc. in which they show Christ's love through their actions.

"What my friends think we do." This one cracked me up because it's both true and false. When you are living in a Third World country you become more like the culture whether you intend to or not. It's not until you compare yourself to Americans (or whatever your home country is) that you realize how you've changed. So while we may not eat tarantulas, some of the things that seem normal, actually aren't.

The "what supporters think we do," strikes me as fairly accurate. Compared to our modern American homes, missionaries do live in dirty, not very nice houses. But when compared to the typical mud hut down the road, the missionary's  house suddenly seems like a beautiful home.

Love and Romance

After my post about the book The Inheritance I started thinking about the idea of romance. Whenever I hear the word “romance,” my mind jumps to two images. The first is of a couple at our church that are old enough to have all their children out of the house. One Sunday I watched them walk back to their car holding hands. Watching them made me want that type of marriage, a marriage that doesn’t become boring after a couple of years. They have held hands during both the happiest and heart-breaking days of their lives together. To me, holding hands today, represents all the other times they have needed to hold each other's hands for support. No other person on the planet can appreciate what they have gone through, except each other. When I imagine the romance of marriage, that is what I think of, holding hands. It seems to symbolizes where strength and comfort are found.

Another image that is burned in my mind happened this past summer at a wedding my family attended. One of the groomsmen and bridesmaids were married to each other and had five children under the age of eight. One might think that with that many children and trying to get them ready for a wedding the parents would be tired and frustrated. But I will never forget the look on the husband’s face as his wife walked down the aisle. His beaming face showed that he was head over heels in love with this woman, both as a friend and lover.

He truly looked more in love than the groom did watching his bride walk down the aisle. It was not because the groom didn’t love the bride, because he did immensely. Yet, he didn’t have the same knowledge and understanding that the couple who had been married 10+ years had. Raising five children and educating them at home brought the couple closer together, because they had had to work through many more things than the couple getting married. Instead of letting differences drive them apart they used them to draw them closer to God and then each other. As she walked down the aisle I imagine he thought of their own wedding day, and how much more he loved her today, and how much more he would love her in ten more years.

I pray that, Lord willing, when I have been married 30 years my beloved will still look at me the way he did on our wedding day, but with even more love in his eyes and thankfulness to God for all that He has done in our lives and will continue to do till death do us part. 

The Inheritance

Earlier this year I promised I would write one book review each week… as you can see I’ve been a little distracted by traveling to Africa and afterwards trying to adjust back to my American way of life. Even though I have not written any reviews I did not stop reading. Today, I’m reviewing The Inheritance by Louisa May Alcott.

The Inheritance is the first book Alcott wrote, at the tender age of 17. Unlike her others, it is short and does not dive into characters as much as her others. To me, it is evident that this is her first novel since her writing style greatly improves with her later works. Interestingly enough, this novel was not found until 1988 in the Houghton Library. Alcott wrote it in a little red notebook and inside was a slip of paper that read, “My first novel written at seventeen.” Sadly, this is where the interest of the book ends for me.

Alcott sets the book in her own times, the mid 1800s. The novel begins with the story of a poor orphan Italian girl who has been adopted into the rich Hamilton family as a companion for their daughter. The girl, Edith, is a sweet loving girl who seeks to serve everyone. Amy, the Hamilton’s daughter, is also sweet and loves beauty and adores Edith. Lord Percy comes to visit Amy’s brother and forms an attachment to Edith, but without telling her. Ida, Amy’s cousin, is jealous of Lord Percy’s love for Edith and strives to keep them apart, even framing Edith for stealing. I’ll let you imagine the ending. SPOILER warning: Of course she marries him at the end and she discovers she is actually a great heiress with more money than she knows what to do with. I do not doubt that this situation may have actually happened on occasion, but not very often!

While there is an interesting story line, the language is unrealistic. Not so much the vocabulary, but the expression of the words. Maybe, they spoke romantically 200 years ago but I have yet to hear a man comment in public on the beauty of a women’s heavenly hair, the sparkle in her penetrating eyes in the evening sun, or how he would serve her as a princess. Perhaps I simply haven’t met any yet, but I do not think they exist. And singing in a boat on a still pond lit only by moonlight? Seems a little unrealistic if you ask me.

As is common in 19^th century literature there is a “perfect” character, Edith. While her behavior is to be admired, I feel such distance from her since--she never makes mistakes and tries to love everyone while I dwell on my dislike for others or selfishly serve myself.

Personally, it’s over the top romantic, in language and actions. Maybe men used to act that way, but I have yet to meet anyone like that, and do not desire to either. I do not want men to speak in poems to me and tell me how beautifully I sing and how I remind him of his mother. Neither do I want to only to take walks through flower-covered meadows and sing while he rows in a moonlit pond. I would rather sit at the dinner table and discuss books, life, and debate theology.  But that’s just me I guess.  To each his own.

Would I recommend the book? If you are looking for a book to enjoy and encourage, no I do not. There is not much substance to it, just exaggerated romance. But if you enjoy other Louisa May Alcott books such as I do, I do recommend it. I found it quite interesting to read the difference between the first book she wrote and some of her later ones. She evolved into a better writer as her life continued.